Bone In The Fan

Yeah, it sucks.

I’ve talked about this before: the battle between wanting to write good, amusing (well, to me anyway) posts and wanting to get one written every day to keep people hanging about (yes, I’m aware that I should be “writing for own pleasure” and I do.  Pleasure myself (hehe).  But nothing qute tops the feeling of someone else getting pleasure from my writing, which is what I’m talking about here). Obviously if I could accomplish both quality and quantity I’d be a happy camper, but it just doesn’t seem to be working out that way.  Hell, sometimes I’m not sure I’m accomplishing either.

Thing is, I’ve been pretty ok with some of the stuff I’ve written lately, which just makes the whole thing worse: “Douche!  That post sucked compared to that other one!”  I hate it when that happens, particularly when I punctuate the shouting with a self-inflicted tittie-twister (Indian burns being impossible to apply to one’s own arm).

The big problem is that I seem to be turning into more of a weekly column kind of a guy, but that shit won’t fly if I’m the only one writing here.  Not if I actually want people to bother reading this stuff.  So consider this a whiney placeholder, because the only thing worse than posts I’m not personally in love with are posts that don’t fucking exist at all.

If you’re so inclined, you could also help me out by either signing up for email notifications (thus easing my neurotic obsession over possibly losing the few readers that stop in) and/or hire me to write a weekly column for your national magazine.

Now that’d be real cool, daddy-o.

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