June 20th, 2005
You might have noticed how little Iâ€™ve written recently. I haven’t posted anything for nine days now. I’d like to blame it on writer’s block, but its actually writer’s lazy-and-can’t-be-bothered-to-think. I brainstorm, get a couple of good topics rolling around in my head until I get thirsty, drop everything to find a Diet Coke in my â€˜fridge, then I notice the dirty dishes piled up in the sink and across my kitchen counters, start to straighten up a bit before completely forgetting what I was up to before I began cleaning my entire apartmentâ€¦Holy moley, I hope I donâ€™t have ADD! That would be BAD!
So with this in mind, I decide to recommit myself to writing every day. I log into my email account this morning and read the following message from my pen pal, Dennis. (Remember him? If not, check my â€œTake Me Outâ€ post from April 22, 2005, for the details on how we met.) He wrote:
Come on Flo, you know how it works; publish or perish. Your readers are getting anxious. You don’t want them leaving for someone else’s weblog!!!
Immediately, the girly girl in me is confused, and indignant. I wonder, â€œExcuse me? Did Dennis just threaten to leave me if I donâ€™t â€˜put outâ€™ more web content? Is he breaking up with me online?!â€
So, gentle reader, Iâ€™m asking you point blank: does Dennis speak for all of my audience (seven of you yesterday) when he demands I put out or youâ€™ll get out?
I guess I can understand how my audience might miss me and want more from me. Iâ€™m confident you understand my commitment to this site, and wouldnâ€™t leave me over a short break. We have a deep connection that transcends this tiny blip in our relationship. Iâ€™ll return to blogging and youâ€™ll keep checking in here, and write me with your concerns, big or small. Right?
Well, if notâ€¦I guess I understand how you feel. If you want to leave, thatâ€™s up to you. Iâ€™ll miss you. I hope you pop by again. Feel free to stop in and say hi anytime.
Adios, and donâ€™t let the web browser hit you on the way out,