Anemic Posting…
I haven’t been posting lately.
It’s not for the reason you would probably suspect. It’s not for lack of stuff to talk about. I want to rant about Congressman Rangel’s stupid draft idea, about that rascist Michael Richards and I have a five-part series about the quest for my vasectomy called ‘Goodbye Live Semen Load’ (as hummed to Elton John’s ‘Goodbye Yellow Brick Road’…okay, maybe a new title for that series. But I’ve got the subjects.
No. It’s because I’m afraid I don’t have the skill. In my head, I’m this amazing writer. But then I type this stuff out and I read it and I think…ugh. I read a lot of blogs and I marvel weekly at Boob’s blog. It’s depressing because it seems so natural coming from her pen…keyboard…whatever. And I’m over here struggling to just not sound like an idiot.
The truth is I’m a great editor. I love taking a red pen to my co-workers documents. They bring them to me because I am good at fixing things that are broken or sprucing up a tired letter. But I question my own ability to create a story. And that’s just my problem…
November 27th, 2006 at 4:27 pm
Every editor feels that way. But on a blog, it doesn’t matter if it’s perfect. Just write it.
November 27th, 2006 at 4:34 pm
I think you’re a great writer.
Now, shut up and write us something!