Mister Comedy

Well, I figured this would happen. I’ve been doing this for so long (since yesterday morning, in fact) that I’m kinda tired of it. Coming up with brilliant insights into the human condition, slicing through political buffoonery with razor-sharp satire, giving the three friends who go to my page a couple of chuckles…do I need that kind of pressure? And besides, what if the 350 words I wrote yesterday are…all I’ve got? What if, given an infinite amount of space and an unlimited range of topics—I got nothin’.

I wonder about some things…like, how is this different than a homeless guy on a bench just talking to himself? Sure, with a blog people can choose to seek out my commentary, but I can choose to walk over to ‘homeless guy’ and hear what he has to say. I guess the real difference is that homeless guy isn’t worried about how much traffic he gets at his site.

I wonder why people read blogs. It almost seems like people who read blogs are using this reasoning: “I could embrace life, create art, interact with people, experience nature–but I’d much rather stare at a screen and read about someone else doing those things.”

I wonder—no, wait. I apologize. I’ve just started three consecutive paragraphs with somewhat cranky, self-referential musings. I was this close to becoming Andy Rooney. Sorry.

I think the key to this process is setting realistic goals. Now, my first post was exactly three hundred fifty words. That wasn’t so hard—I was able to do it while I played online poker and watched the Cubs lose. Talk about multi-tasking! So I’m just gonna type my three hundred fifty words and when I’m done I’m gonna post it, no matter where I’m at, whether I made my point or got to the punchline. Because if I keep writing about writing, I’ll never get any writing done.