I won’t be writing another post here until Thursday. Sometime tomorrow, I’m going to look over at the blogroll which is there to the right and do a little blog maintenance.
You know which one gets clicked on the most over there? The Huffington Post. Gawker gets clicked on a lot too and so does Maureen Dowd’s column. WordPress keeps me posted as to what is getting read. I don’t always pay attention.
Kate Christensen gets read a lot, but she hasn’t updated or done a new post on her blog since February. I’m going to leave it around for a bit as I always like it and her writing. Maybe she’ll come back at some point.
P.J. O’Rourke appears to be gone for good. I wonder why? Maybe time will tell but maybe time won’t in this case. There’s something just not right about abandonment even when it comes to blogging. I promise you this: Should I ever decide to stop doing this blog, I’ll tell you about it. I won’t keep you guessing. Well, keep in mind that if I die before I get a chance to tell you, that will be a difference story. I just did a Google search and P.J. O’Rourke is not dead. He just quit.
Larry Gross Online is on a few blogrolls but I’ve been doing this thing for so long now, I’ve forgotten which ones. Maybe I’ll refresh my memory tomorrow after I delete P.J. O’Rourke.
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After 15 years of blogging, Andrew Sullivan is giving it up. What’s going to happen at The Dish is kind of up in the air at this point. I’ll keep it over there on the blogroll and we’ll see what happens.
I don’t read The Dish everyday but I find myself there at least a couple times a week. Andrew is one hell of a good writer.
Once upon a time, I thought—I wished I could be like Andrew, you know, blogging all day long and getting paid for it. I don’t feel that way anymore. Andrew can write many interesting posts per day. I consider myself lucky to do five a week and some of them aren’t all that interesting. See—like you, I kind of know that.
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I’ll let you in on a secret. Sometimes I write these blogs in advance. Yes, a lot of the time I write them the morning that I post them, but I like to get a little ahead sometimes and write one that I can post any old time.
I’m writing this one on Saturday morning, December 20th. It’s a quarter after seven. The corner of happy and healthy (Walgreens/Covington) isn’t even open yet.
It doesn’t matter that it’s not open. Yesterday (Friday), I planned my day out for today. I don’t have to go anywhere—don’t have to even put my pants on if I don’t want to. Just so you know, my pants are on.
I like days like this. I like days when I don’t have to open my apartment door and deal with anybody. I know damn well that a part of me can be very antisocial. I like that in myself.
This day, this Saturday, will be a writing day for me. I’ve got a CityBeat column I want to get started on and I’m also proofreading the first half of the novel I’m writing. I’m over 13,000 words into it and I’m liking it. That’s a good sign.
I’ll play my mandolin later and will also read. I do both of these things every day—not just on Saturday.
Now, I can run this blog post any old time, but I think you’ll probably be reading this on Monday. That’s my guess.
(I know the graphic doesn’t really go with the post and on Monday I may care but on this Saturday, I don’t. It’s from WordPress)
As of today, we’ve (actually just little old me) been doing this blog for six years. Having said that, this isn’t going to be much of a post today and I’m taking tomorrow off. I’m not really going to try and come up with anything interesting until Wednesday.
I know what some of you are thinking. . . “Wednesday won’t be that interesting either.” You may be right.
WordPress is telling me this is blog post #1,945. This is really the number of blog posts that I haven’t deleted. Some that I’ve written have been so bad, that I’ve gone back and killed them.
I love to write and in a lot of ways, I view this blog as an exercise in being creative. It’s also writing practice. If I can be somewhat entertaining to someone out there—and I think I have been as the stats show people are reading—then it hasn’t been a waste of time for anybody. This may not be true, but I’m going to tell myself that.
I do appreciate you all reading here. I’ll see you on Wednesday. Until then, enjoy this lovely weather we’re having.
(an attempt at humor)
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Over there to the right, I have my email address. I put it there in case any of my readers want to contact me directly or have a news tip for me or whatever. Some of you have contacted me there and I have no problem with that at all. “Others” have contacted me also. “Others” usually want something from me.
For just a little bit of money, per month, “others” can bring more traffic to this blog, can position it better on Google and/or Yahoo, can promote it on other web sites and so on and so on.
Forget it, “others.” You’re wasting your time with me.
Look. This is a regular WordPress blog. You know how much it cost me per month? Nothing. Five times a week, I put up fresh content here—some of it is original and some of it links to articles I’ve written elsewhere. There are also links to order the books I’ve written. If I make any money on this thing at all, it’s from readers ordering my books.
I like some of the things I’ve written here and some things I haven’t. I mean, it’s a blog and it’s going to be hit and miss, but to the reader, it’s always free. You take the good with the bad.
“Others” want to bring more traffic here. While I don’t have a zillion readers, I’m happy with the ones I’ve got. I seldom ever think of the stats.
So, dear reader, feel free to contact me at that email address over to the right. “Others” can do that do, but they shouldn’t be shocked if you never get a response from me.
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I was going to write a post this morning about the geese I see flying here every morning from my apartment window in Covington. Before I started writing, I went through the archives here and I discovered I’ve already written about that—wrote about it last March.
Ah well, if you want to read it again, you can click here.
That’s the danger when you’re doing a blog and when you start doing it for a number of years. You start to repeat yourself. I thought the geese words sounded familiar—glad I checked. I don’t always as most of you have probably already figured out.
Today’s post is No. 1,764. Of course it’s not really a post at all as I have nothing new to say.
I’ll be back here on Thursday. Maybe I’ll have something new on my mind by then.
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There’s this movie blogger who got upset and called 911 about the usage of cell phones during a screening of a movie at the Toronto International Film Festival. I guess the people around him were talking on their phones or texting or whatever. Here, The Huffington Post can tell you better than I can.
I’m glad I’m not a music blogger. I can just sit at my writing table and type away, staying calm the entire time. I don’t have anyone around me talking on their cell phone. Like that music blogger, It would bug me too, but I don’t know if I would call 911 over it.
The thing is, he didn’t want people using their cell phones during the movie, but he had to call the cops on his cell phone. I mean, he was using his too. Does that make sense?
You’re right. It’s not much of a story. Let’s hope for better things tomorrow.
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