It's me, Pauline. Owner of this blog. Well, owner insofar as one can own a site sponsored by a free website. Anywho, I know you've been checking in on me, hopes dashed with every un-updated season, until, soon, your clicks became less frequent and altogether stopped.
I understand. And I'm not apologizing. To you.
Allow me to explain.
I've been lost for 2 years, in a concrete jungle that looks like Los Angeles, smells like Los Angeles, and tastes like fast food and "authentic" burritos prepared on a truck. I've stopped asking myself what was interesting to me, so much of which was posted in the early heyday of this blog, and started cramming White Male Protagonists with unexpressed anger issues into Courier 12 font. And its gotten me nowhere. Well, not nowhere per se. It's gotten me through two years of academic study and a completed graduate thesis, accomplishments of which I'm marginally proud (like my White Male Protagonists, I have a number of unexpressed issues that result -- or perhaps stem from-- a deep distrust of myself . Don't worry, Gentle Reader, these issues are being teased out with a professional comb).
I'd planned in this part to say something dramatic like, "I'm not going to apologize to you, I'm going to apologize to myself for not taking time to listen to the heartbeat of my own ideas, and for poisoning my own well of creativity...."
Yep. Dramatic. Metaphors were afoot. But I'm not gonna do it. Instead, I'll declare to you and anyone who Googles "Kristen Wigg + photos" that...well, nothing. That that's the course of events which preceded this post, and that the events afterwards may or may not have something to do with a Great Scheme of Self Improvement and Re-dedication To BlogWriting In General.
In the meantime, however, I'm reading this and quite enjoying it.
Thanks so much,
p
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