Once more I shut down my computer and headed toward the kitchen to begin supper preparations. Once more I thought, Tomorrow I’ll write something for my blog.
I didn’t do it tomorrow–either.
Lack of time? That’s one very valid excuse. My days are so crammed with writing stories, publicity work, and contacts with other writers, booksellers, media personnel, plus–of course, the running of a household–that the non-essential blog keeps slipping off the radar. But I do feel guilty occasionally.
Hello? If anybody is out there, I should at least say hello to you occasionally.
A couple of nights ago I went to bed, thinking: BLOG. TOMORROW. And, sometime during the night, I remembered all the essays I’d written and sold for many years before I turned to writing mystery fiction.
ESSAY! The word comes from French “essayer, to try.” That’s to try a whole raft of things from testing for gold, to trying out thoughts. One of my dictionaries calls the essay an analytic or interpretative literary composition. And I was once so identified with essay writing that, by invitation, I spoke on the topic to several writers’ groups. That was before anyone had heard the term blog.
So, essays or blogs? What do you think? More on the topic coming.
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