Saturday, November 7, 2009
What's been up...?
I have been sitting it out. I have been unplugged. A week ago it was through near technological disaster. (laptops don't much like water, glug, sizzle, pop!) Then it was from need to spend time with the family. A fella has to get his shit together in the real world sometimes. Now, I seem to have lost my gusto for the whole thing. I am not sure of the point of all this time spent (wasted?) on line.
I love this blog. It has afforded me the opportunity to get a few of my words out there. It has allowed me to contribute with some amazing friends and fellow writers. The NAD has puffed me up. It has filled me with confidence. The NAD makes me feel like I can.
The NAD is not the problem. Nope, as much as I might be distracted to blog, blogging is good distraction. If anything, I could probably blog more often. Anytime I am writing, I am being productive. No, folks, this blog has been good for me, it is not to blame. What is to blame? Do I really have to tell you? Those of you in my on line world, the ones that know me best, you know what the problem really is. It is social media. I have an addictive personality, I am a creature of habit. Social media sites like Twitter can consume me and all my time.
This is not really a condemnation of social media. Far from it, I love social media. I also love all my on line friends, my Tweeps. This is simply a bit of self-analysis. I get swept up in things. I get sucked into the web... I get neglectful of the things that are real, the world around me.
The truth is, as hard as I try, I can't turn 140 characters into a down payment for a mini-van or a house. The NAD, even with its ironic Scientology ads, will not bring in the extra scratch and make Christmas all that better. Nope, the constant chatter, even at its most engaging does not pay the bills. The truth is, I need a job. In order for me to find one, I have to severely cut back on social media distraction.
I hate looking for work. It is not that I am averse to working. Heck, I can do anything. It is not the prospect of a soul sucking 9 to 5er that bothers me either. It is the search. I hate the phone calls, the resume building, the reference finding, the interviews... the feeling of constant judgment. All that and damn it, do I ever want to write for a living. Alas, I haven't figured out how to make that work, yet, so off to work I go. Back to punching the clock. Weee!
So bear with me dear friends. I have to focus on the real world and in order for me to do that I need to limit my on line distraction. I will probably blog less, Tweet less, I need to be Joe unplugged. Wish me luck. Better yet, send money. I kid, I kid, a least until I can figure out how to turn the NAD into a charity.