What does a blogger do when life takes you away from blogging? I’m ashamed that I’ve missed my at-least-once-a-week update this month, the whole time miring in guilt that I am missing interesting experiences that deserve a well composed blog essay.
But how did I arrive at this awful state where I feel guilty for not writing about every single life event that isn’t a crashing bore? Part of me wonders if it’s because I know that months can go by where banal topics would be all that was available to me, and I must seize this extraordinary time.
I have to write about being on the Six Feet Under set. The Hunter Thompson wake. My new frenzy of audio shows. My “Jeff Guckert: You Can’t Keep a Good Whore Down” analysis. This incredible book I read about Gold Rush whores in the Yukon. Fashion warnings that be ignored. Plus, I have design and technical issues that need a trained staff to sort them out, or at least a bag of chimpanzees. Let’s face it, I NEED A FULL WEEK IN A LOCKED ROOM.
Meanwhile, I face deadlines from the so-called “income-earning” areas of my life. I got poison oak and my laundry is scaring me and why isn’t someone bringing me toast in bed with lots of jam? I got an email from a girl who told me with bitter sarcasm that she went to my blog because her “boyfriend is such a besotted fan” of mine, but that she gave up trying to read my site after one minute, because it was such a design mess, “too many colors and distractions, a failure.” I wrote her back and said that my books were in black and white and typeset by top professionals in the field. I wanted to tell her, “you are such a Dolly Downer that I feel like closing down my whole blog for spite with a little sign that says, "Closed Due to a Mean Note.”
But maybe I am Dolly Downer, Wendy Whiner and Polly Procrastinator all rolled into one. I have pre-birthday bad thoughts... the big day is this coming Friday, and I feel a big regressive sulk coming on. I won’t be 47! I won’t! This is my party theme so far. I need the Easter Bunny to come early and give me a good furry shake. I would also like a surprise in my basket. Is that too much to ask?
For those of you who blog, I’d like to know what you do when you get behind or bedraggled. In the meantime, I’m going to start writing...
