Saturday, February 20, 2010
To Bleet or Not To Bleet
I haven't felt much like blogging lately. Or tweeting. I know that's not supposed to stop me. Thousands of determined blogger/tweeters -- bleeters? -- pound out their thoughts whether or not there's any need. The Twitter prompt "What's Happening?" can usually be answered with the blank that's already there. More of us should leave it at that.
Part of the problem is that when I'm doing something that is interesting to me I am almost never in front of my computer. It is where I sit when nothing else is happening. When I come across something startling, ironic or hysterical out in the world my first instinct is not to pull out my iPhone and pass it on. I imagine people on the other end of my bleets are absorbed in startling, ironic and hysterical episodes of their own and don't need second hand ones. That's why I am such a piss poor bleeter. I actually believe that you, dear friends and followers, have lives. Is this crazy or what?
So when I get into these drippy moods of mine that match the news and weather I lose complete confidence in my ability to entertain you. Come to think of it, it's not a lack of confidence that I will so much as a surety that I won't. So I spare you the attempt.
Roy Blount Jr. once described writer's block as the fear of writing something horrible. It can be a healthy fear sometimes my fellow bleeters. Embrace it. I'm going to go for a walk in the woods and look for something hysterical.