I like writing. It's essential to how I live, to how I experience the world. And while I should be writing a reflection on the interaction between gods and men in Homer, Aeschylus, Thucydides, Aeschylus, Plato, Aristotle, and Augustine, I had to write this.
Because I haven't published a blog post in a while. That probably hasn't changed your life much, but it's been rather squelching to mine.
I blog because I hope I have something to say that'll be good for you to hear. I stop blogging because I'm afraid I don't.
So, a confession. Go back and reread the first half of my earlier post “Why Blog?” and you'll understand where I'm at. Stifled. Like Nancy Drew after the villain stuffs a sock down her throat and leaves her tied up in a closet.
Well, I'm spitting it out; you missed a rusty nail sticking out of the wall behind me; and I've got some bobby pins in my pocket that can lick that lock.
Why I am looking forward to June? Because it's Camp NaNoWriMo—a return to the headlong, very much under-thought writingfest of National Novel-Writing Month, minus the November and plus a whole lot of heady summer air. I'm hoping to manufacture a brand-new manuscript out of pure carbon dioxide, water, and sunshine, to edit (read: re-write) last November's monster of a draft, and to publish, say, two blog posts a week.
When I overthink, I under-write, and when I stop writing, I live a little less fully.
And now for Homer & Co.--