Where the hell have you been?
And right well you may ask. Golly gee, I didn’t mean to neglect this little room of my blog house. I’ve composed a dozen or so posts in my head over the last couple of months, but I just couldn’t get here to jot them down. A freelance gig nagging at me, out of town visitors, some traveling and a large dose of nasty procrastination piled up against the door and I just haven’t been able to push the crap aside and get in here to write.
Summer’s over and I have to say, I’m kinda glad. It was a mixed summer of events. The best: some of my internet buddies came to visit and I made two visits east – northeast and southeast – to return the goodness and visit some of my internet buddies. I’ve had two more invites to head east again, in fact. I’ve had to reluctantly decline one due to timing – but, oh, how I wish I could go, and the other is open ended which I will definitely follow through on when the time can be eked out.
The not-so-best of the summer: I engaged in a couple of experiments. First, I put myself on the market via eHarmony.com. I bit the bullet and bought a three month membership. Yeah, I nearly reached the edge of desperation. I am way too picky for my own good. I will die alone. My withered bones picked clean by my hungry cats. I’m good with that.
And they should have plenty to eat because I’m failing at my second project of the summer. A diet. I was determined to put better food in my body – change my eating habits and to shed some poundage. On the tail end of the eHarmony thing, I signed up for Nutrisystem. I stuck with it for nearly two months before my taste buds took up arms and launched a coup.
Now I’m attempting to go solo on the diet thing without a gimmick, but I’m having a rough time. This weekend will be a time to evaluate, plan and see if I can turn it around for good and healthify myself. If I am to die alone – let’s make it at age 110 after a rockin’ session with my little blue battery powered buddy that lives in a box in the armoir…
Moving on.
Er, …. oh – yeah: my freelance gig went by-the-by. Economics. I was kinda relieved, though. I learned that writing because you have to is really hard. My already burgeoning respect for those who do it, and do it brilliantly, has swelled to tsunami size.
I’m basically a lazy person. It’s my nature to rebel when faced with “haftas” – usually because I have little confidence in myself – especially as a “writer.” I felt like an interloper – a fraud. But I took great care to put out the best content I could and, as a result, it was a great learning experience. Never mind that no-one was reading it. Hence, the economics thing, ergo the boot.
So, dear readers (reader?) (anyone out there?) – I will attempt to get back here more often. I have some thoughts wandering the halls of my head looking for a place to have a pow-wow. It’s time to stir the ashes and see if I can get this fire burning again.
You were neither “interloper” nor “fraud,” but an excellent columnist. Writing on demand is tough, as you found, but most everything on demand is tough.
If I were single, I might hie my way to the place where the corn grows as high as an elephant’s eye, and take my best eHarmony shot
Maybe that’s fortunately. I think you and I are too much alike in some ways, especially in getting ourselves into Major League Funks over stuff. Fortunately, I have Peggy. I wish I could conjure up the male equivalent for you.
As to the weight thing, what Peggy and I ah, discovered is that regular doses of one thing takes care of the other thing, if you know what I mean.
You may not have regular partber, but you’ll never be alone as long as you have friends, my friend.
Aw, thanks for the boost, Mr. B. Much appreciated.
One of these days you and Peg need to come west or I need to go east ‘cuz I wanna give you both a big BFF hug!