Happy Birthday to the Blog
This blog is officially one-year old today. I resisted the tidea of having a blog for a long time, because I know myself and knew that it could far too easily become something to which I devoted a lot of time but which didn’t actually do anything to change my life. And it is. By and large I like doing it–I like reporting on little pieces from TV, I like feeling informed about “the issues of the day.” I like coming up with clever (I hope) little headlines and bits and being able to post them without having to squeeze through the Ink 19 bottleneck. I like the fact that two or three of you have told me you actually use this blog as a partial source of news–it’s scary, but I like it. I like sharing information.
I like all that but it’s still a distraction.
And sometimes, when I post more personal things (like this), I feel like they’re messages in bottles that I keep sending out that I have no idea if they’re read. Am I just talking to myself? Am I revealing too much of myself? Am I scaring people away? Am I scaring my friends away?
Am I scaring myself away?
Anyway this blog is almost certainly going to continue at least through the election, but I really wouldn’t be sorry if I found something else to do that took up more of my time. Like, say, someone actually wanting to take a chance on one of my plays. That would be nice. There’s a story in the new Premiere (Angelina Jolie on the cover) about the guy who wrote the novel a new movie Sideways is based on. His life was pretty bad up until the movie sale too. So it can happen. But I’m getting to a stage where I think sometimes hope is just too cruel. If I could just shut down my dreams and just get the fuck on with it. But I’m still asleep.
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