Reading Jeff's defense...

My friend Jeff has a blog, and at the end of his blogger profile he says this (of his blog)...


,,,there are words for which I've been paid and should be writing. Instead, this. Unrevised reviews of things I saw, heard, thought about. The stuff that saves me from working.


Which has me thinking about blogging. A bit.


I know people who have blogged for a while and then quit. When they got busy or famous or depressed. And certainly I've thought of quitting. But I don't. Quit. Not ever. I take little breaks, but even then I still blog occasionally.


And even when I'm not blogging, I'm dreaming of blogging. Dreaming up posts.


Why is that? Why is this blog important to me?


Hmmmmm.


I think Jeff has stumbled on it. With the word "unrevised".


This blog is important (not because it's good or bad but) because its unrevised.


It's important to me, having unrevised writing. Work that doesn't have to meet some standard someone else has set for me. Or even a standard I've set for myself.


When I began writing, long long loooooong ago, it was all about me. Poems about me. Stories about me. Songs about me. Even when the words were about other things, they were all about me. And they came fast and loose and easy and fun, and most of the time I didn't take them too seriously. And that was good.


As I've gotten closer to the brass ring, as other people have paid me to write, published my words... I've spent less and less time writing things for JUST me. Less time with the fast and loose.


This blog (and lonelysongs.com before it)is the one place that's all about me. Unrevised me. Me without marketing dreams and publishing hopes and paychecks.


This is where I say what I want, even when want I want to say is dumb.


This, my blog, is the closest I can get to being young again.