You know what’s easier than working on an expansive literary project? Writing a blog. It’s true. I’ll usually plant myself before my antiquated laptop, crack my knuckles, and stare dumbly at the words that stumped me the previous day. Sips of hot coffee, sips of warm coffee, sips of cold coffee and I’ve given up trying to articulate the most cerebral portion of my writing scheme for the leisurely semblance of community on Facebook or the blogosphere or quite simply, my email account.
So, I am hereby suspending all frivolous online activity. Frivolous because I’m not deleting any accounts; instead, I’ll be limiting my Internet prowling to basic communication, research, and circus pornography. My diminutive attention span and sense of accomplishment are howling for it, simultaneously and in both ears, and quite frankly, I’m sick of the bitching. So my dear enablers, you’ll hear from me again when I’ve actually something to say. If you can hold your breath until mid December, that’d be great.