It’s been brought to my attention, by various people on various continents, that I have not updated my blog during the past week. While I certainly appreciate such diligent monitoring and reporting of my creative shortfalls, I can assure you all that I am well aware of them.
The truth is…I haven’t had any worthwhile ideas this week. Perhaps it’s because the ol’ biorhythms have been on a low ebb recently. We are, after all, in the midst of a change of seasons. Perhaps it’s because I’ve been editing a book on the side, and that project has devoured much of my creative energy lately. Or maybe it’s because my previous Prawnography post was so bloody brilliant that I felt it earned me a week off.
Whatever the reason for my neglect, I resolved that I would not go to bed tonight until I’ve posted something – ANYTHING – on this…my wilting, decaying Virtual Tapas Bar. So I decided to do what other artists do when their reserve tank of creativity runs dry: Revert to cheesy poetry.
ODE TO A LONELY BLOG.
Oh lonely blog
Shoo’d away like a dog
In the fog
By its cruel master Sal.No new posts in a week
Is like a slap on the cheek
Fresh ideas proved
Too hard to corral.If only the master
Would publish posts faster
Then all parts of Spain
Would rejoice.Therefore one point is clear
As we cry in our beer
Sal surely ain’t
Blogville’s James Joyce.
Not this week, at least.
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