I didn’t actually wake up with this song in my head, it sorta crept in there as the morning sluggishly progressed.
I’ve been sleeping unusually poorly this week. I think it’s largely a result of having minor cold-like symptoms, just making it tough to breathe as I’m asleep. This has caused multiple occasions of my alarm waking me up straight out of a dream, as well as a couple of nights where the entire amount of time spent asleep felt like it was around 10 minutes.
Regardless, this is a lot like how I felt this morning:
Undeniably, sleep deprivation, combined with the low winter light, and all that, has also left me moody. Bah.
That’s right, after firing this whole shindig back up for National Blog Posting Month, I apparently needed a No Blog Posting Month. Now, with that out of my system, well, who knows where it’ll go from here.
As I mentioned initially, I do understand that there is value in exposition and sharing, regardless of whether or not I fully understand it. I do intend to continue to explore that, I hope at some sane balance between November and December this year.
Realistically, I don’t think I’m well-equipped for one of the long introspective discussions of my year, thanking a score of people like an Oscar speech. I will say, however, that 2010 was a year full of things good, bad, sometimes astonishing. Some of you reading this contributed to both the “good” and “astonishing”, so, thanks for that. I doubt very highly that anyone who generated “bad” in my world will ever read this, so, thanks for that, too.
So, with that, I believe I’m just going to say “Happy New Year!”, and “Welcome to 2011″. Let’s hope it’s a good one.
That’s right, I’m going META! Bringing a bookface meme-thingie offsite to my own space! Muahahah! Umm. Anyway:
2010 The Invitation Guidelines: Don’t take too long to think about it. Fifteen authors (poets included) who’ve influenced you and that will always stick with you, plus one sandwich. List the first fifteen you can recall in no more than fifteen minutes. Just pick a sandwich you like. It’s not a big deal; it’s just a damn sandwich, fool! Tag at least fifteen friends, including me, because I’m interested in seeing what authors my friends choose, and very mildly interested in what sandwich you picked. (To do this, go to your Notes tab on your profile page, paste rules in a new note, cast your fifteen picks plus sandwich, and tag people in the note).
In no particular order:
Arthur C. Clarke
Piers Anthony (shuddup, I know)
Robert A. Heinlein
I made a delightful sandwich earlier tonight, in fact. It was a grilled panini-like thing with Grey Poupon mild and creamy mustard, Pancetta, granny smith apple, and shredded Cracker Barrel extra-sharp white cheddar.
Also, I lied yesterday. There’s no big “end of the NaBloPo month” post coming. We both knew it was going to end this way, don’t cry.
Well, sorta, anyway. Strictly speaking, I’m pretty sure that I’ve missed enough days that the blogmistress could easily deny me baked goods. However, I’m assured that I deserve them for other kindnesses I show her, like Taxi’ing her around for the drinkin’. Also, somewhere along the month’s passing, I established that I could provide my own baked goods fairly handily, thank you very much!
Nevertheless, it can’t be denied that I’m pleased with the results of this little experiment. I’ve definitely discovered a different mode, here in my own space. It’s one that just isn’t available in a forum like bookface, and certainly not under the somewhat sketchy terms there, either. Thus, I plan to continue on, going forward, much more actively with this little shindig. It’s even possible that I will spawn new blogs, dedicated to specific purposes. One of the more likely, of course, would be pen- and paper-related. Because, of course, the world needs another one of those.
So, thanks to everyone who showed up, and kept encouraging me. Look for a nice giant “end-of-the-month” post tomorrow!