So yesterday, as noted below, we had this great party, our first cookout of the season, and maybe our last; by next month, if history is any indication, San Diego's back country will be so hot that there will be health warnings on the local newscasts. We accordingly made this a good one, invited some friends, none of whom could make it, and had a wonderful day instead with offspring and grandkids. The point? I lost my writing time yesterday setting it all up and preparing those dee-licious potatoes, and I lost the day before, polishing the house to a high luster for all those folks who didn't come. There's a lesson here somewhere, and I think it's not to make that mistake again.
Now here it is Sunday morning, I could be writing, and I'm blogging instead. What the hell? Good question. I have a very complicated section of Beyond the Rails III coming up, and I want it to be just so. I know, I could fix it in rewrite, but the closer it is to ready, the better the rewrites will be, at least that's my theory. I have an annoying headache that's making my eye water, and it isn't responding to anything. Not quite a migraine (that my super-pills would send packing), more than just tension. Might be weather related; it's pretty gray out right now. Anyway, I don't want to rush through this just so I can be finished and close that eye. In addition, there is a huge amount of cleanup to do from the party, and I'd like to have some quiet time with the fam before daughter returns to her job tomorrow, so as soon as I wrap up here, I'm going to start that project.
As far as what I'm going to blog about, the new look will be a lot like this. Maybe I'll keep it to Sunday morning, and do a recap of the week, mostly about writing, but about other things as they interest me. Or I may move it to one of my daughter's work days, and service it while she's gone. Of course, that time belongs to Bonnie and I, and she won't enjoy losing any of it, but we'll see what shakes out. Watch this space...
The writing issue I want to touch on today is the other site I started about a month ago, The Punk Fiction Writers' Guild. I had this vision of an on-line Bohemian coffee shop with writers and their fans looking at all the various aspects of writing in general, and writing punk specifically. Looking back over my blogging history, it was my most mature project to date, and is also thus far my most disappointing. Far from attracting fans or writers, it has quickly become the private blog of three people, two of whom post stories or chapters, with the other offering writing lessons to people who already know how to write. Perhaps what I ask is too difficult and abstract for people who live their lives in a century long-past. Perhaps they have nothing to say. Well, obviously, and it makes me very sad. Seven of us have joined. Three contribute. That isn't what I wanted it to be.
Sure, the easy answer is "If you want it to grow, you need to make the effort." Sorry, I've been making the effort. A solid third of the posts are mine, and if I step up the pace, what does that accomplish? I already have this blog where I conduct a monologue every time I log in. I wanted to be part of a conversation, a dialogue, a discussion, and it saddens me that so few of those writers I have looked up to and wished at times that I could talk with have so little to offer. Alas, the world is what it is, and that's what you have to deal with. I said at the beginning that I would give it six months. That date falls a week before Thanksgiving. We'll see what's going on then. Hope springs eternal...
I should be back in a week, give or take, with my next thrilling monologue. Until we meet again, read well, and write better!