I’m amazed at how many blogs fail. People get tired of blogging, but leave the website up, with nothing but a picture of an ugly baby, who has since graduated from medical school. Writers will always have periods of mental constipation, where their most brilliant thought of the day is “jerk can be used as either a noun or a verb.”
I’ve never taken a Rorschach test. Ink blots went out of fashion long before I got crazy. That’s a shame, since I’m sure that I would feel more like I was getting my money’s worth at the shrink’s if I got to see two mules kissing. Ink blots represent free association, creativity, and mental health institutions for people who like to lick tablecloths. Most humor writers fall into the latter.
This morning, I’m watering the lawn. I’m at the age where looking at a sprinkler causes a sudden and unnatural need to pee. Unfortunately, my bare feet are now covered with wet grass clippings that I don’t want to track in the house. What to do? There’s a deep sink in the garage, but at no time does it cross my mind that I can wash my feet in the sink before going in the house. Instead, I’m trying to figure out how I can balance on the edge without falling in. That’s kind of how my mind works.
But I digress.
I love it when a blog pretty much writes itself, but that’s usually not the case. The best humor writers make it look easy, but what you don’t know is that it can take literally hours of Twinkies and Yoo-hoo to flog a story to life. This includes napping, moving sprinklers, and every other day, changing underwear.
Recently, a friend of mine got a negative comment on her blog. I hope it doesn’t discourage her, because she has a real gift. There are enough obstacles to blogging out there … lack of time, money, inspiration, Twinkies. I’m grateful to my friend for the many times her blog had me laughing out loud. Being able to share a laugh is pretty powerful stuff, and to my knowledge, she doesn’t even lick the tablecloth.