I’m taking a break from this blogging stuff as I race towards a deadline, so I’ll kindly ask that you not waste your time here and spend it wisely cruising some of the amazing blogs that have popped up in the past few months. There’s nothing much worth cruising here that can match what I’ve seen lately.
Besides that, I’ve done a whole bunch of soul searching these past few weeks, reviewing the year we’ve just put to rest, and taken a sneak peek into the future, wondering where I’m going. Still not sure about where I’m going, but I know what’s happened during this year of experimentation, observation, and a whole bunch of other -tions.
Blogs and bloggers I worshiped at the beginning of last year now have me scratchin’ my head and wondering what I was thinking at the time. I’ve found a pot load of new blogs with fresh voices I want to catch up on, and my direction with writing has been thrown into question.
Well, no real question about it at the moment. I’m in over my head with a screenplay I’ll be submitting to a couple of contests. I’m almost positive that’s the world I want to return to, if for no other reason than the gatekeepers have remained the same and I know how to play that game. Lots is changing in that world, but there’s a rock solid fundamental that has remained the same—it’s a collaborative medium. I like that. I also think indie writers are evolving as a collaborative effort, but it’s kicking and screaming all the way. I don’t like that.
I also don’t like how easily influenced I am when it comes to blogging. I think this last year has been an experimentation in imitation (I’m too close to Texas; everything rhymes), but as I rut around in my roots I’m finding my own voice returning, my old habits, my own personality, and I want some time to let those roots take hold again.
This has also been a year of financial healing. My alter-ego writes about personal finance, the stock market, and real estate. It’s been a very difficult 18 months recovering from the move to rural Arkansas, and I have not handled it with grace. I don’t care. It was handled as it needed to be handled, we’ve finally reached the tipping point where things are better than expected. We’ve got two whole nickles to rub together and I love that sound.
But I’m not sure if those sounds will be around for long. Not for me, not for you. We’re at a point where everything is either going to crash (when Buffet pulls out and plays it short, something’s happening), or we’re going to pull out of this nose dive inches before hitting bottom and make a slow climb back up through the forces of gravity. It’s the best bit of storytelling I’ve come across in a long time. This is history.
So I might be back in a month or so, or I might disappear. An old friend pointed out that I have a bad habit of disappearing, and I’ll be damned if he’s not right. At least he used to be. Not sure if things have changed.
Until that question is answered, check out some of the Freshly Pressed blogs here on Word Press. There are some big winners in that batch, especially this guy.