My blog has degenerated to infrequent treacle. This is no way to treat an old friend.
It was there for me when I needed it, but I've callously set it aside.
My friend Mary (www.marykunzgoldman.com) just started her blog. It's bright, fresh and shiny. I'm jealous.
These days I write memos, emails and truncated updates typed with large thumbs on small keys. Only one correspondent, by the long shadow of his own literary accomplishment, forces me to even think about the words I dispense. I'm all about quantity these days-- copy decks, brand communication and such.
The muscle atrophies. My best work in the past year was likely a speech for an awards dinner - for someone else's award.
I could spin excuses for the next hour, but none would ring true.
The outline for Book Two is covered with computer cobwebs. It's written in Word 2003. I opened it the other day in my year-old Word 2007 program and it groaned. It's better than I remember - or maybe my standard has slipped that far.
I'm raining a tsunami of corporatespeak this week, but next week I'm going back to the book.
Yeah. Right.
I can soothe myself with the knowlege of how much I've learned in the past several years, how much richer and better observed today's tome will stand.
Then I read another stellar review of a 20-something wonderkid.
But maybe, with a little exercise and a strict avoidance of the sentimental and obvious, I can blog again.
Let's see what happens tomorrow.




Copyright 2008 Judi Griggs