Now that I’ve finally crawled out from under my log and let some of you know I have a blog, I realize I should also warn you up front not to expect a cornucopia of material. I’m not prolific. On the contrary, I usually only post on Fridays because I’m slow and tortured and, in my world, no post is worth publishing unless every sentence has been worried and reworked for a minimum of an hour and a half, and every word has been tried, changed, rearranged and then put back to the original at least four times.
Predictably, this leads to a lot of garbled text.
I’m therefore forced to do a panic rewrite every Friday morning after which I finally hit the publish button in much the same spirit that I depress a toilet handle. (I’m a little repulsed by the final product, but relieved that it’s done and blessed with a new burst of energy.) I then redouble my efforts and spend the rest of the day re-re-editing and updating the published text.
Whenever I doubt my sanity I think of E.B. White who was also obsessive. It was his habit, after finally working up the nerve to place a finished manuscript in the mailbox, to then panic, go to the postmaster, and beg him to fish it out and give it back. (I understand it never worked.) Remembering this always makes me grateful that I live in an age with the option of an update button. Less humiliation.
Viva le blogging.(UPDATE: I know, I’m posting on a Tuesday to announce that I post on Fridays. Life is full of little ironies. This is just my contribution.)