I have a dog behind my butt.<\/p>\n
That\u2019s not something I would normally mention but I\u2019ve had a severe case of writers\u2019 block lately and that\u2019s what \u201cthey\u201d tell you to do, try to break the mental logjam by just writing about any ole thing that pops into your head. And believe me, when you have a dog sleeping behind your butt, forcing you to sit on the front edge of an office chair it\u2019s a front-of-mind thing. Especially when there is nothing else going on in your mind.<\/p>\n
(Sigh\u2026)<\/p>\n
I have nothing to say. That\u2019s what it is, really. I don\u2019t believe in \u201cwriter\u2019s block.\u201d I believe in \u201cwriter\u2019s laziness,\u201d \u201cwriter\u2019s apathy,\u201d and a few other similar afflictions which really amount to neither more nor less than the most dreaded and shameful of literary afflictions, writer\u2019s insecurity.<\/p>\n
I have nothing to say. Wait, I just said that. And it\u2019s not exactly accurate. I have plenty to say but no compelling reason to say it. Who cares what I think about anything? There, I\u2019ve said it! That\u2019s the heart of the problem, right there. Why should anybody find anything I have to say either interesting or useful? Why would anybody even read such drivel as this?<\/p>\n
The dog just jumped down and left the room. I rest my case<\/p>\n
In our book, The Aging of Aquarius<\/em><\/strong>, I think I mentioned how my father ruined me for talk radio long before I ever got into the business. When I was a young teenager, fourteen or fifteen maybe, he told me, \u201cEverybody says you have a right to your opinion. That\u2019s only half true. You have a right to an INFORMED opinion and if you don\u2019t have all the facts you can\u2019t form an opinion.\u201d<\/p>\n What the hell was he thinking? What kind of country would we be living in today if everybody realized he couldn\u2019t possibly know all the facts and should maybe just shut the hell up? We\u2019d have nothing to do but smile and listen and nod in approval or, at least, in earnest fascination. Instead, we\u2019re all too busy thinking of what we\u2019re going to say to listen to the person speaking. Besides, we have talk radio and TV news to tell us what to think and how to feel. Oh, don\u2019t kid yourself. That\u2019s exactly what they do! That\u2019s what everybody is doing if you think about it.<\/p>\n Text messaging. No, I\u2019m not digressing, just taking a short trip around the block. You know what text messaging is? It\u2019s a marvelous new technology that has made it possible for us to express our ill-informed opinions and half-baked ideas without being challenged, questioned or opposed! Think about it. Now you can phone somebody and tell them what you want to say without having to listen to and feign interest in any response! That\u2019s what the kids are doing. In essence they’re saying, “I have something to tell you…don’t care what you think.”<\/p>\n And, we have blogs. Ugh. I hate the word. \u201cBlog.\u201d It sounds like some vile vat of I-don\u2019t-want-to-know-what boiled over a wood stove and served with a fatty piece of rat gristle at some pagan medieval feast.<\/p>\n The dog just returned. She\u2019s looking at me with keen interest.<\/p>\n Maybe it\u2019s a good thing. Maybe the fact that every teenaged, barely sentient hominid with ten fingers and a Best Buy gift card can fire off missives and proclamations to the future is a good way for society to blow off steam. Maybe blogging and My Space and Facebook will save the world by turning the next Osama bin Laden into a mutant nerdbot before he has a legitimate feeling and becomes dangerous.<\/p>\n \u2018Scuze me. I need to slide down to the very edge of the chair and arch my back over the slumbering Yorkie for a moment. Oh! That\u2019s better.<\/p>\n But here\u2019s the thing: I write these words and push a couple of buttons and like magic they\u2019re on the WORLDWIDE WEB! So the \u201cf\u201d what? Excuse my implied profanity. Who fricking cares? Who notices? It pops up on my screen just like it was when I wrote it except now I know that anybody in the world can read it! Will they? Why would they? Why should they?<\/p>\n See my problem?<\/p>\n And please, as much as I know you mean well, please don\u2019t send a comment to this essay telling me how much you enjoy my writing. Seriously, if anybody does that I will be doubly embarrassed because I know it will just be a pity compliment. So, don\u2019t.<\/p>\n See what my wife has to put up with?<\/p>\n PS. I don\u2019t think this stream-of-consciousness thing works too well, do you?<\/p>\n