Lorax

Locally, I think, blogging has taken a hit in the last few months. Not only have I slowed down, but almost every blogger I know has dropped back or dropped off. I can't say why this is. For some of us, blogging is a pretty juvenile form of communication, but one we embrace because it works. Maybe, a few people grew up, got better lives and better things to do.

I can sincerely hope all my blogging friends who've cut out or just cut back are simply getting laid a lot more than they had been. No time to blog. Too busy. Yeah, that sounds exactly like the problem...

The world we live in can seem really lonesome. At it's worst, blogging feels like talking to yourself. There's just no return on the investment when nobody comments. You can be sure, really sure, anybody is there. Nobody reads. Nobody gives a shit. It's better to go screw around on facebook, where we can all send each other quizzes until every single day is like taking the SAT to get into the University of Hell.

I can't say why other people laid off. I know I laid off of the medium because I've been very wrapped up in tons of things. I've been really enamored with my own health of late and seeing how many damned books I can cram in my thick noggin' before the end of the year. So, I've slacked off, but it was coming before then, I think. I was really sick of my own complaining. I felt raw from the soul bearing I'd done. I was a little bruised from the legal stuff with the lawyer Randy what's-his-name and his client.

I was also in a rut.

To dig out, I even started another blog to separate interests. My actual intention was to get it going with all my wild, secret tales of writing about musicians and other people of note. I was going to get it going, then kill this blog. Yeah, that's what I was thinking.

Of course, that blog is just deadwood now. I don't care about it. Truth be told, I just sort of remembered I got into writing about famous people as a means to an end, not because I have a deep and abiding love for actors, musicians and the like. Writing about entertainment is the least of what I'm capable of. It doesn't mean it isn't fun. It just means I want to do other things, too. I have things I want to say. Nobody wants to pay me to say them, so it won't be art, but I can still say them.

I'm still going to blather on about my books. I still have 20 left and I'm still going to drone on about how fit and fucking spectacular I'm getting --what with all the weight loss, good eating and wholesome exercise. I will also work in the occasional negative statement about Bruce Springsteen (this is absolutely necessary), but the point is I want to use this space again.

It all sounds positive. I assure you, it won't be. So, say hello to the new boss, same as the old boss...

Back by Monday.