So . . . We Meet Again
In my best Rocky impersonation, and I have no idea how that would sound because I suck at impersonations and accents: “I . . . uh . . . wanna do something crazy. I think I wanna write again.”
Actually, writing isn’t my problem. Posting is.
Yeah, I blame the browser and not being able to sign in or upload photos, and I have a lot of photos saved to my computer at work as it is and when I finish a post at home, I have to then get it to myself at work if it needs a photo, and then I procrastinate by checking email, looking at venue sites at work, generally avoiding the whole posting process. I don’t know what the hell I’m so afraid of.
And I was trying to save posts to a folder on my desktop and get them out of the trash—not necessarily that I wanted to delete them, but I wanted them off my desktop and I saw how many I had and I thought, Wow, I really wrote a lot.
Another reason I started this site, aside from the fact that I couldn’t land a music writing gig, was that the, uh, New York Nightlife stories presented in “mainstream” alternative papers such as the Village Voice are not the experiences that I—and probably many of my readers—do not have and probably do not care to have or even care to read about. I even considered putting bands/musicians in boldface to be sarcastic, but that’s just not me. I don’t know any boldface people. I just know people who just happen to be in bands.
So I’ve been stockpiling posts and will get them up slowly in order to get caught up and maybe make some progress until the next freakout/head-in-sand mode. I’ll also try to find posts that are independent of others and get those up so that I don’t seem that far behind.
Also, I was going to stick with my standard “I resolve not to have any resolutions” because at least that’s one that I can keep but this year I resolve to embrace my failures, because every failure means that at least I tried.
Damn, do I try.
But you know what? When I logged back onto this thing, it wasn't so scary. 'Course I had problems uploading pix, but what else is new.
Actually, writing isn’t my problem. Posting is.
Yeah, I blame the browser and not being able to sign in or upload photos, and I have a lot of photos saved to my computer at work as it is and when I finish a post at home, I have to then get it to myself at work if it needs a photo, and then I procrastinate by checking email, looking at venue sites at work, generally avoiding the whole posting process. I don’t know what the hell I’m so afraid of.
And I was trying to save posts to a folder on my desktop and get them out of the trash—not necessarily that I wanted to delete them, but I wanted them off my desktop and I saw how many I had and I thought, Wow, I really wrote a lot.
Another reason I started this site, aside from the fact that I couldn’t land a music writing gig, was that the, uh, New York Nightlife stories presented in “mainstream” alternative papers such as the Village Voice are not the experiences that I—and probably many of my readers—do not have and probably do not care to have or even care to read about. I even considered putting bands/musicians in boldface to be sarcastic, but that’s just not me. I don’t know any boldface people. I just know people who just happen to be in bands.
So I’ve been stockpiling posts and will get them up slowly in order to get caught up and maybe make some progress until the next freakout/head-in-sand mode. I’ll also try to find posts that are independent of others and get those up so that I don’t seem that far behind.
Also, I was going to stick with my standard “I resolve not to have any resolutions” because at least that’s one that I can keep but this year I resolve to embrace my failures, because every failure means that at least I tried.
Damn, do I try.
But you know what? When I logged back onto this thing, it wasn't so scary. 'Course I had problems uploading pix, but what else is new.
posted by heather @ 6:39 PM
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