Blogging like a Maniac

So all I wanna do is blog, blog, blog. Well, blog and drink tea and wine and listen to Johnny Cash. Is there a psychological term for my condition? It's becoming like a neurosis; at least I'm not doing destructive things. I think this blog has taken the place of my journal. I don't know how I feel about that. On the one hand, it's a handy way for some of you (Carina, Joybug, etc.) to know what's going on with me, since I'm not as good about keeping in touch as I might be. At the same time, I write and write without any filter, so if anyone cares enough to read he or she has to wade through all the garbage. (NOTE: that's pronounced with the accent on the second syllable, sorta like it's French--gar-BAJE. I learned that from my Grandma Opal who totally rocks as a person.)

So here I am, again, only this time I am writing just to write, just to see what comes out. I really believe in writing as this process as a way to arrive at something. Sometimes I just don't know what the something is supposed to be. But I believe that if only I write enough, I'll figure it out. Isn't it weird how much implicit faith I have in the process of writing, in the written word, maybe because I think of it as a reflection of The Word. So here I sit writing and writing. And wouldn't Peter Elbow be impressed?

What's happening to me? I'm becoming one of those neurotic academics. Only the thing about it is that I'm totally comfortable with being a slightly neurotic academic. Did you know that I hold entire conversations with my dogs? Where will it end. Remind me to write soon about my idea for Guinevere to be the compation / side-kick character for the BBC's Inspector Morse. The only thing about it is Guinn wouldn't ever realize that she's the side-kick. She'd totally think she was the main character because that's the kind of pup Guinn is. For pics of Guinn, see the archives.

I love blogging, and I love being me!