Hi everybody, my name is WallyWord…I’m a blogging addict, and it’s been seven months since my last post.
Impressive as it may be to give something up for seven months; this particular stay of addiction isn’t encouraging. With a job which takes me daily to the bottom of Manhattan and is a time-eating large commute – looking at the computer screen, even on the weekends has become less attractive. You could say I’m in a blogjam of sorts.
Sure, suppose I could try the voice-activated writing route, but after continual nagging by electronic wenches Siri, and Jane, my GPS, I’m not really interested in chatting up a computer either in the evening or on weekends.
Sometime the creative juices just go on hold, much the way my hair did in the early 90’s.
It’s not like interesting things haven’t happened in the last seven months to chat about, it’s just I haven’t been able to put “pen to paper.” Even my co-conspirator Hudson has been lab-a-daisical about writing posts, just unable to put “paw to paper.”
The good news is the world and our society are pretty much an open buffet of content ideas for the cynical writing team at WallyWord. Sure, we’ll grab a plate and take a spoonful of Obamacare, just a couple of slices of NSA leaks, one lost plane, and a soup bowl of climate change. Don’t forget to help yourself to drones of all sizes, a boiled Donald Sterling from the Clippers, the overdone Kimye wedding, and finish with a big helping of legalized marijuana.
I’ve decided that abstinence (I know, absence; work with me) doesn’t make the heart grow fonder; it makes one’s followers disappear. The sad thing is in reviewing our reader statistics that a few of them keep circling back every once in a while to see if WallyWord has emerged from creative hibernation. Followers you can always count on are the spammers, who are signing up in droves weekly. Like mail-order brides, my guess is they want something more than love from our site.
If you’ve gotten this far in this post, you’re probably thinking “have I dropped into a Seinfeld episode,” and “is anything really happening here?” Actually, this post is really the first step in a two-step program recognizing that WallyWord has a problem and we’re here to announce we’re dealing with it. No more waving off the family platter of creativity, its time to dive back in to our addiction in full force. We’ll be careful not to fall off the wagon too quickly. Everything in moderation, of course.
Sit down, napkin in your lap and stay tuned to WallyWord for a progressive dinner of sarcasm, wit, deep inner perspective, and engaging dialogue on today’s most critical issues.
You’re all invited (spammers, too) – there’s plenty of seats at the table!
