It's been too hot recently. The sun is bright. Blindingly. The heat makes it difficult to think clearly--clouds the judgement. You know that's why Gatsby's story finally came to a climax, the oppressive heat of summer. Heat makes us do crazy things--like delete our blogs. (And here I am writing in 2nd person like some Mitch Albom hack...I hate 2nd person.) Since erasing all those old posts I've lost my momentum. How do I get it back? Here's how: wait for my dark alter-ego to come out of hiding.....
...And he finally did it! We're back in business--the business of blogging, which isn't really a business at all because there's no money in it. Of course, this would make it a great candidate for a business that white people like (see #105); maybe I should get an intern for my blog.
Anyway, my point is that once knownsideeffects started clacking away at the keyboard, a spark of inspiration twitched in my own fingertips. And here I was thinking I am so independent and individual...no longer needing a springboard for blogging material. Apparently, The Mop's assessment of us "... they keep acting.... well like one is an index finger and the other a thumb. Individual fingers, work well together. but different....and part of the same hand..." is truer than I gave him credit for. Weird, too, how that anonymous blogger can pick up on this nuance.
"Me living in the past has inhibited my future."
No more.
1 comment:
I'm glad you're back to the blogging. I really do look forward to your posts. By the way, I think you can make money off your blog. You just have to sell advertising space.
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