Writing is hard. It's harder if you're stupid. I've wanted to write something in here for days just to get Polishing the Turd off the masthead. How did that shit get past the editor? Really, we need to put some better people on staff here at the Spuds 'n Taters. But to my original point. I've always known that writing is an art and a skill, but when you haven't had to write anything since college on a regular basis (hey you were an engineer and that's not real writing anyway) and you try to write something interesting at least to yourself if not Audacious Reader every day or so, well, then you
really appreciate those who
can craft a fancy essay frequently. But it is better to beg forgiveness than ask permission any way. So forgive me.
On the bright side, it is Fall finally, one of my favourite four seasons. I love it when the leaves change colour and the air is cooler and crisper.
Bury me in a pile of dead leaves
Put two pennies in my eyes
And cover me with dead leaves
- from October, Jon Dee Graham
Octoberand Kingdoms rise
and Kingdoms fall
But you go on
and on
- from October, U2
6 comments:
You're so not stupid, writing about not knowing what to write about. Ooo, and I love your British spelling of favorite. Classy.
Um, where were you Saturday night? What the heck was more important than my big show? Huh?
Forgive me Em. I promise to come to your next gig and request Freebird incessantly.
I agree with Emily. There are moments of brilliance on your blog site. And, in a zen sort of way, even the "turd" column fits nicely into the universal balance of all things bright and beautiful.
Thank you. Even though it feels like pulling teeth for me sometimes, I like writing these blog things. And I'm glad there are at least a few people to read them.
When are you going to write a new post? I'm jonesin' for a read!
Um...I didn't hear any requests for Freebird last night. I had my retort ready and everything.
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