It has been too long since I posted here. There are many reasons, but I have come to realize that my "posting energy" these days gets expended on FaceBook, Twitter and Instagram, so there's nothing left for blogging. Besides, even when I was writing here on a regular basis, few eyes were hitting these words, so what's the point? There is so much demand for our eyes and attention these chaotic days, for those precious seconds and minutes of our lives, that one more chunk of random writing from an unknown human waxing on about an obscure underground/D.I.Y. comix from so long ago, seems like performance art for one. A random, mad, holy act for a god absent or maybe dead, or maybe never existed at all. But no matter, here I am. Strangely enough, it's the fact that I know that no one is likely to read what I am writing that compels me to drop my pebble in this pond. I'm sick to death (a tricky phrase to use in this pandemic days, but fuck it) of social media. All the vibrating, self-absorbed nonsense and free-flowing hostility and hot culture wars and the ghosts of dead friendships stinking up the cyberspace like a fart in a small elevator. Since I know these words will be unseen, this blog is a tiny cove safe from the jet skis and speed boats racing around and knocking the paddleboarders into the drink.
So, after two years, I am motivated to write here again. There have been other opportunities that I let pass, for no apparent reason other than pure sloth. But this is a new time, so get to the point, right?
I am working on the book again and I don't mean just picking at it, I mean actual progress, like ass in the seat, piling the bits and pieces into something that resembles a book. I decided to lash all the elements together to see if it made any sense and to understand how close I am to being finished. There was, as there often is with a creative endeavor, good news and the not so good. First with the positive, if I squint my eyes and cock my head, it looks kinda like a book. The less good news is, I have much more work to do before it is ready for a close up or to have a pin stuck in it or bow put on it. At least now I can see the holes that need filling and can make lists of clear tasks to move forward. The hill sits at one hundred and forty pages and will likely rise a bit higher by the end. This will likely just be a vanity project, but for me, it helps to honor that era of my life when I labored with intensity motivated by pure and innocent energies. It's been a lovely journey to dig through ancient boxes and rediscover the relics of my life from thirty years or more ago. I have to complete this task in order to move on to whatever I will do next.
So, thanks' for not reading this.
OK HW
