Some of you may have noticed that my last entry wasn’t very good, but that isn’t quite true. The truth is it wasn’t even written.
Over the summer I sketched out a series of blog entries to get me through the fall and winter in an effort to force myself to keep writing. That, however, isn’t quite how it worked. I just kept rescheduling the posts until one week they caught up to me and the piece on Auden was published and then the next week I forgot the Amy Winehouse article was next — even though they are numbered. I’m not sure exactly how I made the same mistake twice in a row, but I did. I also found that my view on the matter changed between the time I initially wrote it and the moment of its premature publication — so it needed more than polishing — it needed to be rewritten.
So there you have it. if you have any faith in this blog left, tune in next week for Amy Winehouse reconsidered. If not feel free to use me as a warning to your children about the dangers of planning for the future.
I’ve had a few inquiries of late about why I haven’t been blogging. The answer is simple and probably nonsensical: I’ve been working, and attending to some personal matters and, when I fall behind on something I deem essential, I feel guilty doing anything I deem non-essential. If I am at a ‘bus stop I can write a blog, but cannot file my taxes. But the later prevents me from doing the former. If I had downtime at my day-job could I catch up on my correspondences? I certainly could — if it weren’t for the laundry.
Guilt my be a great motivator but for me at least it’s terrible for general efficiency.
I was going to to revise and republish a few posts from my old blog, but it seems that I have unwittingly delted them permently. The moral is either 1) read your user agreement carefully, or 2) it’s better having your trash hauled away than cluttering your blog.
Either one suits me fine. I had better just find another means of procrastination.
I have about ten entries from my old blog, and twenty written (or half-written) new entries scheduled, so, if I died today, I would still be blogging at highly irregular intervals until September 2018.
I don’t know if that is a comfort.
I recently found out that WordPress didn’t publicize most of my old blog’s posts because I had in excess of fifteen tags on many of them. Their reasons were good: they were trying to keep people from abusing the tag-system to get more hits. When I signed up I likely saw that rule and ignored it. I doubt very many people have searches set for ‘Disparate Liquids Bottled Together,’ or ‘This Entry is a Rejected Magazine Article,’ and that isn’t why I used them. I used them for internal searches and a way to tease out the queer little themes, and serendipitous coincidences, that keep popping up.
I am less of an SEO-hit-type of guy than I probably should be; moreover, I like the idea of lots tags as a guide linking totally heterogeneous materials. Although this is a blog about my writing, it has (or it will have) all kinds of other things in it as well. I liked the idea of someone clicking on the ‘In My Snot-Nosed Youth’ and coming up with a bunch of things with nothing in common, except an odd reference to the time between 1978 and 1990.
So I have decided that from now on I will only put a handful of tags on the official list and add the other tags to the bottom of the page, to be added later, if I get around to it.
Indexing is a strange art, and categories have always made me uncomfortable, and this is one of the few ways I have to impose chaos on the world.