Blogging in A World Gone Mad
Just to let you know: I have not dropped off the face of the Earth. I’m still here, just not right here, if you follow what I mean. With one thing and another -- a book I’ve been working madly on, some promo travel for Death Was the Other Woman, the demands of January -- I just haven’t had enough juice leftover for my personal blog.
On a certain level, it didn’t seem to matter much. I mean, why bother blogging in a world gone mad? If you’re not sure what I’m talking about, you don’t live in my neighborhood. (And since hardly anyone lives in my “neighborhood,” it’s a fairly good bet that you do not.) By way of explanation, I present Exhibit “A”. This is what the view from my studio window looked like last Friday:
So, just so we’re on the same page here: we’re talking about the view from my window on March 28th. A day when, most years, the doors are thrown open, the scent of spring flowers linger through the air and summer is a promise right around the corner. At most it’s raining.
For contrast, exhibit “B”: the same view yesterday, April 2nd:
So, OK Waldo: see anything different?
As I write this, I’m at my desk. The specially designed heater that warms my winter world is on, a blanket is wrapped around my lower parts and there’s a steaming cup of rooibus at my elbow. I still feel cold. It’s not snowing now, but the memory of snow less than a week ago fuels my nightmares and my goosebumps.
OK: I’ll stop the whinefest now. And I’ll get back to some of the work I have lined up. But I wanted to touch bases and let you know, I’m still alive. Just cold and busy filling my studio with whines.
On a certain level, it didn’t seem to matter much. I mean, why bother blogging in a world gone mad? If you’re not sure what I’m talking about, you don’t live in my neighborhood. (And since hardly anyone lives in my “neighborhood,” it’s a fairly good bet that you do not.) By way of explanation, I present Exhibit “A”. This is what the view from my studio window looked like last Friday:
So, just so we’re on the same page here: we’re talking about the view from my window on March 28th. A day when, most years, the doors are thrown open, the scent of spring flowers linger through the air and summer is a promise right around the corner. At most it’s raining.
For contrast, exhibit “B”: the same view yesterday, April 2nd:
So, OK Waldo: see anything different?
As I write this, I’m at my desk. The specially designed heater that warms my winter world is on, a blanket is wrapped around my lower parts and there’s a steaming cup of rooibus at my elbow. I still feel cold. It’s not snowing now, but the memory of snow less than a week ago fuels my nightmares and my goosebumps.
OK: I’ll stop the whinefest now. And I’ll get back to some of the work I have lined up. But I wanted to touch bases and let you know, I’m still alive. Just cold and busy filling my studio with whines.
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