27 April, 2006

Sigh...

I've now written two post-Easter essays that I cannot bear to publish on the weblog. I want to write and rewrite them until they're perfect.

That's impossible of course; I become so aware of their imperfections, and so disappointed — considering how clear my ideas were when I began writing — that they now languish as Drafts.

My beloved wife is annoyed. She has read them, and says that I should publish them. Normally I would obey my wife, of course, but this is much the same as if she asked me to run naked through the parking lot. No way!

While I thrash like a hard drive under badly-written memory manager, you could read Claw of the Conciliator, blogged by frequent commenter Elliot. His subtitle is, A mixture of gravity and waggery, and I must say that he's succeeding at both.

PS — Upon reading this one, my wife commented, I hope you don't do that with our babys; you will want to make another baby, and another, until you create the perfect one.

Heh, heh, heh... She shouldn't give me ideas.

It's especially cute the way she says, bebyë. ;-)

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Publish them next Easter... you will have one year to work on them. ;)

Elliot said...

Well, thank you!

Your blog has been one of my inspirations, of course.

jack perry said...

Publish them next Easter... you will have one year to work on them. ;)

One of them would be out of date, but I've managed to salvage that one through impressive use of the delete key.

As for the other one... I'm not sure I can rescue it. The essential problem is that weblogs are personal and not very deeply thought out. Neither of those makes me comfortable when I want to talk about something serious.