Thursday, December 4, 2014

I wouldn’t blame you for thinking we’ve transitioned to a once-a-month update schedule, and it would probably be as such, were it not for an ulterior motive that brought me here tonight. I cherish the English language, yes, but there was no joy in logging into WordPress and beholding the great, white void. But I’ve got to fill this void all the same, because I’ve noticed my copy at work has been getting softer, and I need to whip myself back into writing shape.

Some blame may be accorded to the tryptophan-induced haze from Thanksgiving, to be sure. Really, though, it’s my absence from here that’s the culprit. When you write regularly, there are some pretty sweet skills that avail themselves to you. You have an innate spell-check, for one thing, along with an eye for grammatical pratfalls. You also catch word repetition before it has a chance to embarrass. Most importantly? The time between “great, white void” and “motherfuckin’ words on the page” is dramatically shortened.

These skills have dulled somewhat, and that’s why I’m here, ensuring the cogs of industry at Secondhand Rants grind to life again. As for how long the cogs will continue to turn, we shall see, but at the moment, let’s go with “as often enough to keep the mental flab at bay.” And on that note, I need to get my beauty sleep. I’m meeting the Leviathan next week, finally. We’ve been talking every day, and the banter is spectacular. But it’s still just text, end of the day, and I’ve got to see the man behind the curtain, with the express hope that she isn’t actually a man.