On Radio Silence

For some reason, there are three or four of you beautiful people out there in the world who consistently read the dribble that I post on this website. While I do not fully understand your choice to do so, I am, in truth, so damnably grateful for it. When I first decided to share my writing, I was certain that absolutely nobody would be interested, and I was delighted to be proven wrong by you couple of weirdos. Therefore, it does not sit well in my heart or mind that I have, recently, repaid your unsolicited and overwhelmingly emboldening kindness with total radio silence. Formally, I apologize.

It is considered by many — myself included — to be a lazy, weak-ass move to make excuses for one's own lack of output when inspiration is everywhere, support is all around you and you are well aware of the creative energy gurgling around inside your brain, practically begging to be belched forth into the sea of mostly uninterested, occasionally horrified, rarely entertained souls that is the reading public. In fact, there is no excusing my dropping of the literary ball this past month, and I would not ask that you attempt to excuse it, despite your most generous and benevolent instincts. Still, there's been a lot going on lately.

Normally, I wouldn't consider writing something like this — indeed, I never saw myself reaching a point in my life where such a thing felt necessary. But your input, whether it is vocal or silent, is important to me. You, reader, have made an impression, and, given that we have never personally met and in all likelihood will spend our entire lives separated by hundreds or thousands of miles of physical space, that ability of ours to impress upon one another in a positive way is pretty fucking cool. Shouldn't be taken lightly, shouldn't be mistreated, and I feel I have mistreated it by neglecting this growing community. So, again, I am sorry.

It should probably be explicitly stated that I have every intention of resuming my irregular but consistent (if such a thing is possible) flow of material here on this website, and of engaging with the lot of you once more. You know who you are, and you are wonderful. Thank you for your patience, thank you for your time, thank you for being so much better at this than I am and yet finding it in your hearts to share some of your fire with me.

Begrudgingly, postscript

Ah, I see Vocal automatically kicks back "journal," entries for failing to reach the 600 word minimum. So, let's talk for a minute about why that is kind of absurd.

Of all the thoughts worth sharing that have ever been thought in the entire human history of thinking, how many of those do you think demanded at least 600 words in order to be properly expressed to those other than the original thinker? Some of them, almost certainly. But all of them? Almost certainly not. In fact, I would be willing to bet — nothing serious like actual money, but perhaps some arbitrary quantity of intangible virtual swagger — that the majority of impactful thoughts and sentiments would fall quite short of 600 words, or otherwise appear drastically and needlessly fattened up. Over-wordiness is just off-putting to many people in the wrong context. Even this paragraph shall be interpreted by some (wrongly or rightly) as a little obtuse and masturbatory. Just remember: it wasn't my choice, it's not my fault.

Anyway.

That should do it for the fluffing up of this particular text. Thanks for everything. See you around.