The blog is back. Also: Jon Hamm.

Well, friends, it’s been a solid month since my last post. (That rings a little “confession booth” to me. Appropriate, as I do feel a tinge of Catholic-ish writerly guilt re: my blog neglect…) I just checked my stats for the past few weeks, and I was happy to discover that I’ve had some views on these non-post days. More than the usual handful that can be attributed to spam, my mom and/or my stalker.

(If I have a stalker, I like to imagine that s/he reads my blog. B’cause, why wouldn’t s/he?! That’s what stalkers do! This makes me feel safe, you see, because anyone out there who reads my blog regularly is waaaaay too nerdy to ever attempt physical harm. Maybe a passive-aggressive comment, at worst. I love you, readers, but you’re nerdy. It’s cool.)

Anyway — the writing wasteland that was October brought me more than a few views. This does my little heart good, because it means (I hope) that a few people actually want to read this stuff (and to you I say: sorry I’ve left you hanging). Beyond that, I’m fascinated in knowing that total strangers occasionally end up here because of random google searches. This month, a post about Charles Addams cartoons was particularly popular in my search terms list — Halloween and all.

One year ago exactly, my bloggy friends & I embarked on our semi-daily journey of Alpha-blogging, and “A is for Addams” is where mine began. Now, a full year later, it’s nice to imagine there are kindred spirits out there who also love vintage New Yorker cartoons, or mid-century art, or Halloween…and love these things enough to google them. These are my people.

So it is for you, My People, that I’m back tonight. After a long day. With nothing profound to say. Just knowing that I like this blogging thing when I take the time to do it. Also knowing that it does me no good to wait around for inspiration. Sometimes I have to meet inspiration halfway. Sometimes I have to just sit down and write when I don’t feel like it. Sometimes I have to do the random google search and follow where it leads…


Confession-booth time again: every once in a while, when I’m feeling bored or blue, I do a little “Jon Hamm” google image search. Just because. Ladies, I suggest you do the same. Looking at his cartoon-pilot handsomeness (Liz Lemon said it best), I never fail to have a little Lester Burnham moment: with this much beauty in the world, there’s just no reason be sad.

So please keep coming back: readers, random searchers, stalkers, or Mom. I can’t promise you regularly scheduled posts or coherent points, but I can promise to always, always remind you that the good things are out there…like Jon Hamm…just being The Perfect Man…giving us all the little thumbs-up we need to keep going.


X marks the spot. Y? It’s Z end!!

Readers!! Look over there…do you see that? It’s December! Who put that there?
Doesn’t it seem like only yesterday we were talking about October being…only yesterday?

See how profound I am? I have discovered that time passes.
Somebody tell those MacArthur people.

Well…I’m totally cheating to finish on time. Is anyone surprised?
I am surprised, pleasantly, that I’m not cramming half the alphabet into November 30’s post. Three feels manageable.

So here’s how this is going down:

Nothing starts with “X.” Don’t talk to me, Xylophone. You are already featured on a flashcard set in every preschool classroom in America. (And don’t give me grief about X-Box or Xerox or any of the many dozens of words that do, okay fine, begin with X. I’ll have none of it.) I’m X-ing out “X.”

Exhibit X

(But, seriously, thanx for marking the spot.)

I can handle Y & Z.

See, I felt I would be remiss if I didn’t find a way to wrap up with a music video. And since it turns out that both “Y” and “Z” are in Boyz II Men, I feel totally comfortable with this selection.

I mean it, too. We belong together, readers.

It’s been a fun little experiment. (Damn you, X! there you are again!)
Thanks for playing, and you can alpha-bet we’ll try another group challenge sometime soon. (Oh, I made that joke.)

*Bonus Feature*

(aren’t you glad you stuck around until the end?!)

For December, I’m giving myself a twitter challenge to post a favorite Decemberists lyric every day. #DecemberistsDecember takes me down 21 characters…but that’s the idea for now anyway. Tune in.

I’m eXcited.

W is for Writing

Writing and I have been on a love rollercoaster tonight. I’m trying to wrap up this essay for The Writer magazine’s memoir contest, which is due tomorrow. (Which, pssh, “memoir” in just 1200 words? I’d like to see you try, rule-makers. These crappy blog entries are often that long or more. Come on!)

To give you a window into my writing neurosis, here’s the kind of fiddling I sometimes do with tweets (TWEETS, for the love). Momma’s just got to get it to sound right or else why do it at all, dig? (That sentence does not count.)

One of life’s great tragedies: sometimes the brilliant things you wrote last night are the mediocre things you have to fix today.

It’s one of life’s great tragedies that sometimes the brilliant things you write one day become the mediocre things you try to fix the next.

Why is the brilliant thing I wrote last night so often the mediocre thing I have to fix today?

Revision is this weird walk of shame with your own ideas. Why is the brilliant thing I wrote last night so often the mediocre thing I have to fix today?

I think that little progression’s fun because it illustrates what a feverish and picky self-editor I am, and the sentiment itself is also so true. I get tricked by my own ideas all the time, excitedly scribbling a spark of inspiration, only to discover on a second or third reading that I have not, in fact, become the Voice of This Generation just yet.

Still, I think writing & I are going to patch things up and give it another try.
I discarded that tweet (though I still like the idea-walk-of-shame idea…), but I have 1198 words elsewhere that I’m starting to have friendly feelings for.

So I’d better go read it again, again.