If I am suitably tricky and at least mildly organized, then anyone who read the last seven or eight posts on my blog will not have noticed that all seven or eight of them were written in a flurry of inspirado and scheduled to arrive, on the Internet, in sequence.
Looking back on those from where I stand today, eight or nine days later, I really hate the kid who wrote those posts--and not only because he had the gall to schedule posts. There is a tone to them that quite definitely knows "what's going on," that quite definitely knows how to get what it wants, and is generally quite definite about things I, today, am utterly lacking expertise in and, consequentially, am quite undefinite about.
Perhaps this sudden malaise is only a symptom of listening to the audiobook of Taleb's "The Black Swan," a book about the "science of uncertainty" (and for those wondering: yes, I finally succumbed to Writing Excuses' advertisements for a free Audible membership--oh, Howard Tayler, how melodious is your voice). But it's probably not only that, because this malaise is, though specific in content, general in sentiment--a conceptual way of saying that, every few weeks, I come to despise my online persona.
Every time I start to hate my blog-self, I ask: Why am I doing this? And how can I make it better? Consequently, I have taken on a bevy of tones in this blog and in others: I have been sarcastic, vulgar, helpful, interested, goofy, auctorial, etc. I have been link-heavy, link-lite, on-topic, off-topic... each incarnation of myself tries to develop a particular capital-I Image, one which is largely influenced by my mood-state and intellectual (pro/re)gression at any given moment.
So I realized, after coming to realize that my last seven or eight blog-selves were "advice-oriented clean-shaven novitiate," and that I hated that guy, that I need, in a more general way, to figure out what I'm doing as a blogger. I don't really care about developing some kind of brand or audience per se; this blog gives me a home on the Internet just in case someone wants to look me up, or on the off-chance I sell something and want to link it up. But the satisfaction I actually get from having a blog and actually being active in the blogosphere is the opportunity to interact with other writers.
Thus! Thank you, dearest friends and compatriots; thank you, those who follow my blog and those who I follow. I have no real, live writer-friends; and without a community--a community of people with whom to scream both, "what are we doing?" and "look at what we are doing!"--this would all be for nought.
I leave you with a pictorial expressing my sentiments:
(Via Moronail... before it became a repository of strictly pseudoporn and bad memes.)