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Monday, January 22, 2018

Okay, Now What?

         "The best-laid plans of mice and men are about equal."

~ PARODY OF OLD SAYING, possibly MAD Magazine...

         There's another old saying I just made up that goes, "You don't choose writing; writing chooses you."  If that is true, and I believe it is, then it must be possible for writing to abandon you and move on in search of fresh new voices.  I am convinced that that is what has happened to me, leaving me with 60 years of experience, and not the slightest interest in writing another word.  After careful consideration of my likely future, I have decided to spend my writing time encouraging those fresh new voices to reach their full potential.  This will take the form of reviews, and an occasional blog post discussing concepts and issues that have crossed my radar.  I never thought this would be the final destination, but then, who among us can predict his own fate? 

          Thus did I post on my blog, Riding the Blimp, yesterday, because after all my big talk and big plans of the last couple of weeks, the "muse," whatever the hell that is, has deserted me again.  The candle of interest keeps flickering, and the periods when I can't write are constantly becoming longer and deeper.  I can only assume that it's going to get worse until the periods when I can write no longer exist at all.  Rather than torture myself and the few followers I have left with promises of great things to come, I've closed the public window to my works in progress.  There may still be times when I want to write, and the love of writing may return in full, but until it does, I'll be a supporter of the next wave; after all, leaving out my formative years, I had three decades to make my mark, and after those thirty years, there might be thirty people who know who I am.  Time to welcome the next crop of talented new voices to the field.
          That just leaves the question of what I'm going to do with this blog.  Photos?  Anecdotes?  Recipes?  Confrontational political rants?  Yeah, you know me better than that, but, speaking of butchered old sayings, here's a thought to take with you in these difficult times:  A penny saved is a government oversight!
          Play nice, look out for one another, and live life like you mean it.  I'll see you around the web!

~ Jack


  1. Again,I shall wait with no problem. These things happen, as art is more fickle than a bipolar shark at an all you can buffet. The internet is so vast and it's hard to get, much less keep, lots of eyes peeled. I try not to let it bother me, as my blog is so much less inhabited than yours, and has a similar following. Ah, the writing life. Although, postscript, it appears the Den anthology may move towards doing Port Reprieve, so food for thought...

    1. Welcome back, Jack(son). Good to hear from you, as always. As there is no last word for a writer, as I explained, it's hard to be definitive about things like this, but that not withstanding, I don't think you're hearing the same things I'm saying... I hope you're right, though.

      When I looked at this last night, I thought I saw a second comment. Shows what too many late nights will do for you!

  2. Best wishes for your current interests. You’ll start writing again when it feels right. I thoroughly enjoy the work you currently have on the market. It’ll be fun to see what you decide to blog about next.

    1. Thank you, Steff! Flattery is always welcome here. I'm as excited as the rest of you to see what I'll blogging about next, as right now, I have no clue. I'm sure something will suggest itself. Meanwhile, everyone go read this girl! The link to her expansive and entertaining blog is at the bottom of the right sidebar under "Other Coolness." I promise she'll entertain you!

  3. Hey Jack, maybe its time to try a different way of writing to help get the spark back. Consider writing memoir for a while. Brenda and I have been attending a class off and on for about 6 years. Classmates write, then read to the class and get comments back. We have found that just about everyone has an interesting story to tell. If nothing else you would be writing for your kids. Some people try writing to publish, but most just want to write for family and friends.

    1. Richard! It's a special treat to hear from you here. I wish the circumstances were more upbeat, but there you are. Memoirs... From my dodgy school daze to my seafaring adventures in my rich uncle's yacht club, to my hippie days in a southern California beach town, to accounting for parts and money, to keeping people and the environment safe while they worked with jet fuel, to my quiet, cozy retirement, there seems to be so much there, and yet...

      Every writer knows that an exceptional character has secrets he would kill or die before allowing them to come to light, and I have my share. Much of the story would make no sense at all without them, and having succeeded this long, I'm not about to let the cat out of the bag now.

      Seriously, though, it's that the interest is gone. If it comes back, it does, and if it doesn't, well, sixty years is a longer run than I've had at anything else in life. You have to figure a guy would get tired of something after doing it for that long. But please do keep an eye on me; it might be replaced with something equally interesting, and if it is, you can count on me telling everyone all about it right here! Meanwhile, be safe, be nice, and be of quality. No one can ask more of you than that.