Dear Lord; we beg but one boon more:
Peace in the hearts of all men living,
peace in the whole world this Thanksgiving.
~Joseph Auslander
27 November 2009
24 November 2009
Bad Blogger. Bad.
The presence of smart alecks in the proceeding post’s comment trail tell me that it has been far too long since I posted anything at The Commune. They are, of course, correct. It has been far too long since I’ve posted anything here. Bad Lori. Bad writer. Bad editor. Bad blogger. Bad, bad Lori.
What amazes me is, while I’ve been away – okay, while I’ve been negligent in my blogger duties – my followers have grown in number. *waves at followers* This makes me feel special in the good way, though why they would choose to follow a neglected blog… Maybe I shouldn’t feel too special? After all, a couple of them look a little shadowy. Has The Commune become the dark alley where ne’er-do-wells hangout, waiting for their next victim in lawless cyberspace?
Oops. Sorry. Didn’t mean to head off on a tangent like that. It happens sometimes these days. I blame a combination of a lack of sleep, a lack of dreaming when I do sleep, and a lack of fiction writing. All of my brain’s creative outlets are shut off, so it takes whatever creative opportunities pass its way. Bad brain.
While I’ve been absent – I prefer that to the more accurate negligent – I read an article about how ignoring your readers was the same as telling them they were not important to you. This is not true. You are important to me. So, on top of everything else , I now feel guilty about not updating here as regularly as I said I would.
Anyway, I’m still out here, eating vanilla wafers and drinking Diet Coke and/or hot tea, working a part-time day job, editing other people’s manuscripts, riding herd on my stable of authors, adding words to my thesis, oohing and aahing over office supplies, and occasionally changing my sheets. It’s an exciting life I lead, I tell you, but not a bad one.
What’s up in your lives?
What amazes me is, while I’ve been away – okay, while I’ve been negligent in my blogger duties – my followers have grown in number. *waves at followers* This makes me feel special in the good way, though why they would choose to follow a neglected blog… Maybe I shouldn’t feel too special? After all, a couple of them look a little shadowy. Has The Commune become the dark alley where ne’er-do-wells hangout, waiting for their next victim in lawless cyberspace?
Oops. Sorry. Didn’t mean to head off on a tangent like that. It happens sometimes these days. I blame a combination of a lack of sleep, a lack of dreaming when I do sleep, and a lack of fiction writing. All of my brain’s creative outlets are shut off, so it takes whatever creative opportunities pass its way. Bad brain.
While I’ve been absent – I prefer that to the more accurate negligent – I read an article about how ignoring your readers was the same as telling them they were not important to you. This is not true. You are important to me. So, on top of everything else , I now feel guilty about not updating here as regularly as I said I would.
Anyway, I’m still out here, eating vanilla wafers and drinking Diet Coke and/or hot tea, working a part-time day job, editing other people’s manuscripts, riding herd on my stable of authors, adding words to my thesis, oohing and aahing over office supplies, and occasionally changing my sheets. It’s an exciting life I lead, I tell you, but not a bad one.
What’s up in your lives?
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