I was just watching a clip on YouTube of Jon Stewart talking about Newsweek saying that he had accused J. K, Rowling of antisemitism based on a podcast he had done where he and guests went on about Harry Potter for a bit. Jon cleared the air completely in this clip by stating that he was not at all accusing Rowling of antisemitism, and that he and his guests were just having some fun in his podcast. He then accused Newsweek (and the Internet) of having an economy of arson. Well put, Mr. Stewart.
I think that the ‘economy of arson’ is a bit to the point of why I am hesitant to post as often as I would like to in this format. What I write comes from in my head, and through my interpretation, economized for writing, and condensed to the shortest possible presentation so it can be digested. Unfortunately, that results in a salad of lettuce where a Ceasar’s may be more appropriate. But not everyone wants to eat Ceasar’s, and I don’t always feel like making a Ceasar’s. So I am my mom standing there saying “well just starve then!”
There are other things that bother me from time to time, such as the blog editor or lack of, and the online blog editor which always begins to lag after only a few paragraphs of typing, or Windows 11 having the singularly worst spelling and grammar assist in the history of computing. It all adds up to being about as easy as typing the blog post up on paper and mailing it in from a post office on the other side of the country.
Dr. Laura once said on a show back in the mid 90’s that if you don’t want anyone to read something, then you should not write it down. If you write it down, then it is meant for someone to read. That was in response to a gal who had called in about someone reading her personal journal. I have always taken that as good advice.
These things have conspired with the occasional writer’s block to hinder my writing in my online journal and blog. Perhaps you have experienced the same? I share it to spur the questions.
Then there is the time of day I feel most inspired, like a drunk who feels compelled to talk or to tell everyone that he loves them. I am awake before 6AM quite often, long before I have come close to a full night’s sleep, and I feel the urge to write out my thoughts. Not to write them in detail, but to write them out of my head so I can get back to sleep and finish that full night as my brain requires of me. Ironic little ball of gelatin, isn’t it, my brain?
All that and anxiety.