I was going to watch some TV or maybe a movie. The house is asleep, or at least on their way to asleep, and I'm up. This happens a lot in our house. I don't know whether I actually need less sleep than my family or if I'm just running a bigger sleep deficit, but whatever the reason, I'm up. I usually watch TV, sometimes tool around social networks, very rarely read a book—you know, the old fashioned way with paper and bindings and (nowadays) reading glasses? But tonight I'm writing. Sure, I did a little stream-surfing, some social networking before I got here, and there's no guarantee I won't tab away as soon as I see a (1) in one of those tabs, but I'm here now. (Well, actually I went through a few tabs in the middle of writing that sentence, but I'm back. For now.)
So why do I write? The one rule of being a writer is to write and you can see as well as I can how often I do that on this blog. (Here, I'll save you the clicks and counting and stuff: not very often.) If you see me on the social networks, too, hopefully you've noticed how carefully I compose many of my postings and I do that daily. OK, hourly. Minutely? Is that a thing? But maybe I'm kidding myself, maybe you read my posts or this blog and you think, yeah, this dude is not a writer. Although probably not if you're reading the blog. I mean, why would you read a blog in this day and age if you didn't have at least some interest in either the writing style or the content? And since I basically have no content, or at least none I'm aware of, it must be the style. Not that I know who you are or even how many of you there are. I'm not interested in analytics so I've never really figured out what the different numbers they show me on the back end mean. That's not why I'm here. I'm here to write and throw it out there. I'm not even interested in whether it sticks. I guess I feel more than a little self-indulgent with that, but there it is. Honesty.
Yeah, I got sucked down the social network rabbit hole. Interesting conversation about micro- and macro-economics with an elementary school friend I haven't talked to since Jimmy Carter was President. Well... maybe once or twice during the Reagan years. In fact, I think we were at a party together once, but my memory is a little vague on that night. Hmmm, wonder why.
