Like Eric Johnson of Catholic Light, I had a suspicion of blogging Not very long ago, I was suspicious of blogs. ........I figured most blogs are junk.
And they are. Most blogs are self-indulgent, masturbatory junk, emanations from people who couldn't get published anywhere else.
I jumped in with enthusiasm anyway. If only as an exercise in writing, which I do occassionally and with slow, deliberate loathing. Daily blogging has removed the loathing and I certainly have gotten over the slow and deliberate problem. So, if only for my own mental stretching, like an ungainly, portly and aged ballerina, I keep on blogging. I’ve grown acccustomed to my own little domain of self-indulgent, masturbatory junk.
Latching on to some small memories of people who have implied that I should someday attempt professional writing, I am also buoyed by Mr. Johnson’s definition of what separates small time theatrical talent from the ‘stars’ : hard work and rapacious ambition.
PS - Does a modest portfolio of cranky letters published in the Chicago Tribune qualify me as published?
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