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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.--
