A glance at the Archive list on the right bar provides a graphic representation of how erratically and infrequently I blog. Being a master level procrastinator accounts for a large part of why. But the other major why has to do with how my brain works.
If there was a way to jack my computer into my brain, so that what I write in my head appears as a text file on my computer, there would be a lot of blog posts. I write stuff in my head what seems like almost constantly. There would be several posts a week if that jacking thing were possible. (Should I note that in my head I’m a really good writer? But somehow, when I write for real it, comes out merely adequate.)
To prove what I intended to write for this article, I almost went off on a tangent just now about why I even bother to blog. I’ve done almost nothing to drive traffic here, other than tagging. It wasn’t until I added my Lezzie Books page the other day that I even put the URL into my profile on Amazon. Ah, now see? I did go on the tangent. I’ll stop here and proceed with what I meant to say.
Okay, so constantly writing in my head. Last night I was hit with the burning desire to write a post rhapsodizing about a specific song. (This is Love by Mary Chapin Carpenter.) As I was thinking of how to start the post it morphed into a lengthy discussion of how listening to music has changed from my childhood until now. That was interesting to me and I might have written that post.
But then something from that mental composing process prompted me into thinking about Women’s Music. Mainly wondering if there even is such a thing anymore, with newer artists making their own contributions. I’m not talking about lesbians making music, like Melissa Etheridge and Tracy Chapman. I’m talking about music that was written and performed by women, usually lesbians, specifically for other women, usually lesbians. People like Chris Williamson and Alix Dobkin. (If you’re under the age of forty do you even know who they are?)
That whole line of thought then morphed into how aging, and changes in life situation and where I live, has created a culture void for me. There could be a very active Women’s Music thing going on and I’m just out of the loop. Moving from the heart of the city to the northernmost city limits, which might as well be the hinterlands when it comes to being in contact with queer culture, means I would have to actively work at keeping up with what’s going on. Something I’m not any good at.
That then prompted me to start thinking about my upcoming 50th birthday, which is in less than a week. Those thoughts were no longer being written as a blog post in my head, they were just personal reflections on how changes in my life dictate how that milestone will or won’t be celebrated.
So there you have it. One blog article that I was burning to write last night became four or five almost fully written, potentially interesting, articles in my head in the span of a few hours. And what I ended up actually writing was this. Go figure.