If you're at all disappointed with the lack of updates on this blog, you're not alone. Well, you're almost alone. But at least you can confide in me, because I am also disappointed with the lack of updates on this blog. While last month I promulgated some excuses for the lack of inactivity (dare you to read "promulgated" and try to swallow food at the same time - tip of the day - go ahead and dial 911 first), I haven't come totally clean. And I still won't today, ha ha!!!! Hey, look, Miley Cyrus!
Anyway, I'm working on a big writing project. I have no idea what I'm doing. But I'm writing. Thousands of mostly coherent words spanning into mostly coherent paragraphs into slightly coherent chapters, that hopefully are not rip-offs of the music I've been listening to lately, like Lucero's "When I Was Young."
I've also been writing a fair bit for work, and writing lectures for the night class I teach. My creative energy is the center of an interesting tug-of-war between things that need to get done and things that I would really like to get done. Apparently, it's not going to get any simpler, as I found out in the middle of writing this that I've been accepted as a member of the Outdoor Writers Association of America (OWAA). I'm feeling excited and challenged by it. I blogged awhile back about my reservations on OWAA, namely that for several years their membership screening process blocked out bloggers in favor of people who were perhaps "professional outdoor communicators" but not necessarily what I'd call an "outdoor writer." Then ago, I'm sure this year's suite of Marketing Interns with OWAA memberships might say the same about me!
Anyway, I pledged to try it. I hope that my writing improves and that my ability to sell my writing improves. Those really are the only goals. The other ethereal stuff has always been easy for me, "Meet new connections," and "share a river with a new friend." I do that everywhere.
Okay you bastards, I have to write a lecture now. Love you all, you bunch of lurkers!