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April 11, 2005
Malaise? Naw ... I say mayonnaise.
Michele makes some interesting points even as I shy away from a word I've always come to associate with Jhimmi Carter.
I like writing, I love blogging but that doesn't mean I don't find it frustrating at times, or that the boys in the basement decide to take a few days off now and then and I sit and look at the monitor, jaw slack wondering if the drool will drop off my chin onto the keyboard before I write something, goddammit. And there are the natural cycles -- finding something to write about passionately. Like great sex it heats, warms, gets all nerves singing in harmony and the pressure and pleasure build on each other. And the feedback from other writing in response continue the climb, breathless, heady ... heck, feverishly sweaty! Then the release, a great post, a newscycle that hits the peak, and the inevitable let down. Or it can be compared to a going to a restaurant you've only heard about - the expectation, the excitement, tasting a dish you hope will delight you, but at the end of the meal you push back from the table maybe satisfied but ready to pack it in and go home to collapse in front of the tv and vow not to go out to eat in the near future.
So are we really talking malaise or just an expected reaction? Add to that is the frustration one has got to feel if presented with a glutton's delight of choices and not being able to sample even a few. Then, even if you write about something you want to write about your muse is nagging you like a fishwife in the background about all those other things you didn't write about.
Screw it. I say it's nothing more than mayonnaise ... a rich condiment that's fine in small doses but a real inducer of queasiness if laid on too thick.
I know my time to blog is limited. I can't do it from work and I have a family I love and take care of. I know there have been a half dozen or more things I've wanted to write about in the last week or so that I haven't done more than left a couple scribbled lines of notes about while writing on other things I deemed more important. I've taken a lot of heat for my Schiavo and Magouirk posts, both here and in other forums ...everything from being called a "howler monkey" to "retarded" to being tied to the odious, evil Terry Randell. And as I said in a previous post I'm tired of the flaming, mean-spirited, over-the-top rhetoric on both sides of the issue. But I don't feel malaise over the issue. Frustration, yes; because it's too serious a subject to allow to deginerate into food fights.
And I don't feel malaise over blogging, even if I have to step away from it personally now and then. The community of bloggers is just barely scratching the surface of their potential. That gladdens me. Some bloggers will be pointmen and the rest of us will take turns on the field or play checkers in the stands. I know I want to get back to other subjects and I will, but not because of a overdose of mayonnaise, but because the buffet table is rich in its different offerings.
Some other blogs writing on the mayo ... all quite from different POV's
Posted by Darleen at April 11, 2005 04:31 PM
Comments
"...heats, warms, gets all nerves singing in harmony and the pressure and pleasure build on each other..."
Hehheh. Nice description! Never would have guessed I'd read that here of all places! *laugh* Yep, blogging is fun.
Posted by: Erik at April 12, 2005 06:09 AM
Wonderful. Hilarious post.
Posted by: zombyboy at April 14, 2005 06:42 PM