So if you've frequented the blog - you have a pretty good handle on my psyche. At least a better handle than most. Who am I kidding - this is a blog from cyberspace and I could have just utilized the services of a ghostwriter.
I guess when it comes down to the blog there are those who start it, nurture it, and allow it to flourish into something beautiful. Then there's me. I stress most of the day trying to decide what to post next on my blog. It becomes all encompassing.
During meetings I find myself doodling: Eskimo Bob blogs - (insert fleeting ideas). My squaw calls on the phone: instantly her voice turns to the Charlie Brown teacher as I begin thinking what I will post down. I give myself hives, as I pre-write the blog, making tree diagrams of the preface, introduction, body, and end. The children ask for help on their homework - as I turn towards them in full wrath. "I'm in my writing mode! An artist needs quiet!!"
I post the blog - I reread it. I call my squaw over, ask her to read it out loud. Then I quiz her incessantly until I finally hear how accomplished of a writer I am. I post the blog - then I check back every fifteen minutes to find out what new insight were left. After all - this blog is international baby! Big TIME! Little Eskimo boy, not doing too shabby.
Hmmm - no insight.
(Get up - get a Mt. Dew. Put on Battlestar Galactica. Commercial break. Recheck new insights.)
Ohh folks have visited. Perhaps they are diagramming their insights, have to respect the writing process.
(Get back up - get another Mt. Dew, mix it with Fruity Pebbles, change out B.G. for 24. Commercial break. Recheck new insights.)
Seven new folks visit. Maybe they're just in awe. Yeah - that's it. . . (Hyperventilation begins).
I suck at writing. I'll just copy and paste from some random site. What a world. What a world.
6 New Insights including secret password.