Eric was kind enough to inform me that “… damn, girl… your latest post was kinda mean… ”
I assume that he speaks of my dislike of poetry. Nothing against Eric. I simply adore him.
That last post was written two years ago. I felt like republishing it on a weekend with a few minor changes to make timely reference – just to provide a contrasting view of how I used to write on a daily basis. Apparently, that worked, for I’m not as angry as I used to be.
My imagination is somewhat lacking of late. It seems to pour out in visual form or written form, but the two are unfortunately mutually exclusive, and I am trying to cope with this unfortunate phenomenon.
Eric also asks, “What’s up with the comments being closed?”
As I’ve stated frequently in the past, I have comment issues, and I always fight the urge to just turn them off completely and keep trackbacks only. I don’t cultivate comments like a lot of bloggers do. I rarely comment on folk’s blogs, and bloggers are very reciprocal about that sort of thing. In addition, I love ranting into the ether without worrying if some jerk’s gonna say something about my tits that I have to delete. With Wordpress, I don’t really get the spammers any longer, but it’s bizarre how many comments that I do have to delete on a daily basis – people who tell me I have overdosed on popular culture, men who tell me I need to be spanked repeatedly, and lately, a few folks have mentioned that my “writing has gotten stale.”
The comments truly are a burden, and when I have turned them off sporadically, I’ve let people repeatedly talk me into turning them back on. Not this time. If they return, it will be my decision, but I wouldn’t expect it to happen. Trackbacks may very well disappear as well, and it’s not because I’m trying to “shut” people out or not let my readers have a voice. If folks want their thoughts to be read, they can write their own blog. Like my friends have said, I need to take care of myself, and that is the sole explanation I can provide.
My love for writing is actually deterred by the possibility of comments. That bothers me immensely, and it’s time to put an end to that handicap. Some of the very best bloggers out there don’t use comments, and I’m not just speaking of the celebrities such as Michelle Malkin (see here for the rubbish she’s currently dealing with) but also lay folk who can write their asses off. Heather Armstrong (or “Dooce” as she is called) doesn’t do the comment or trackback thing, and she’s one of the best writers out there. She doesn’t even have a blogroll… that’s the irony of it all. I am most definitely keeping my blogroll, because I will still keep reading my favourites on a daily basis. My blogfriends rock, and they know how to find me via email. Notice also that a “contact” link remains in the top navigational bar above.
UPDATE: MacStansbury informs me what’s up with trackback parties, and he doesn’t tell me to go to hell. MacS is a good guy, to say the very least. Beth likes him, so that must be the case.
