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March 22, 2007
So Much To Say, So Little... Whatever...
All kinds of ideas/topics/thoughts bouncing around in my head lately. Unfortunately, that's all they're doing. Nothing's really sticking, growing, shoving itself to the forefront of my brain and demanding to be written about here. I know I haven't written anything Really Meaningful here in weeks. I haven't even written anything Really Long here in weeks. I've been trying to catch up with the whole living/teaching/living thing, I guess.
I have written some good stuff in other places, but it's not for public consumption, hence my not proffering it here. But I do begin to feel like I'm wasting the time of all the people who come visit on a daily basis. (And the person who's been reading my archives, you know who you are, even if I don't.)
Yes, I realize that blogs are the ultimate vanity-version of the First Amendment, that this is what freedom of speech boils right down to at its grassroots level: I want to write about me and put it up for the Universe to read. Because that's what interests me most. Me. It should interest you most, too. And my right to do so is constitutionally protected. Now, even my right to do so while posting naked pictures of myself and others is protected.
(But I'm not going to do that. Because I'm thinking of you and your needs, and I know that one of your main needs is to not see pictures of me naked. You didn't realize that until I mentioned it, did you? It's like not realizing that you desperately want to see Gene Hackman in a dress until the very last moments of The Birdcage. Suddenly, the idea is in your head and there's nothing you want more. In this instance, of course, it's that there's nothing you want more than to not see the suggested image.)
And I realize that my angst here is also part and parcel of being a professional entertainer. I feel like I have to do that in this space as well. Only, I don't really. I just... I don't know. I feel like I made a contract with my readers to be open and honest and interesting and I haven't done much of that lately because I've had so much else to do. (Which includes reading four memoirs and a book of short stories in the last six days. What can I say? I have a voracious appetite for good writing.)
I also feel like I haven't really got much to natter on about that's not complaining. And there's no point in complaining, not really, as I could fix any and/or all of the things that annoy me if I just got off my ass and addressed them. I've been doing better about the addressing them part, thanks to another group of really interesting and helpful books. (You know, one of the great things about Jungian psychology is that if you read the books just before you go to sleep, you have the most interesting dreams.)
So there you are. Guilt, time pressures and laziness, along with not liking to share other people's business, which is also a part of why I haven't posted much. The topics I would most like to ponder here right now would involve revealing other people's stories, and those aren't mine to tell.
I can share this with you, though. The soon-to-be 16 year-old cat is curled up on the hope chest. Snoring. Loudly.
Posted by sally at March 22, 2007 07:47 PM
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