So I spent an hour of my precious life's ticking clock installing a hit counter below. The code had to be altered or something. In my
other writing gigs I have these enormously brainy Silicon Valley types and brilliant Editing Babes who take care of all that technical shit and fix my scribblings so smoothly I'm barely aware of it. I was thinking about the difference in writing for a site that gets huge traffic vs this one, where the hit counter is showing two hits in two days, and it hit me like a bot army tagging a MySpace page: Freeeedom!
Unlike most bloggers and writers who start out on a site like this one, that no one reads, and who work their ass off to earn a readership, I was sort of "made" young. Think of Claudia the Vampire, Letstat's little unholy, fleshy toy, only in cyber form. And it was intoxicating, too. I'm not complaining, I was lucky as hell. And now I'm pretty much addicted to it just like Claudia was to the sweet pulsing blood of the living.
But here in the wordsof William Wallace, "Every mahn diez, bawt nawt every manh lieves .... Freeedom!" I can dangle participles, whatever the hell that means, I can fuck up -- I can say Harry Potter is a magic a dildo salesman. I can do all that and more, and my screw up won't be written into the next textbook for Copy Editors of America, it won't be taken apart in comments, it won't be linked or quoted and spun. No one, yet anyway, will focus in on one, single, word, feign offense, and utterly ignore the other 10 grafs along with the whole thrust of the post. Not that I'm complaining about what shred of quasi-notoriety I might have. But there's advantages and disadvantages to everything.
Well I'm hitting the gym this weekend, so I just did a little step, some shrugs and upright rows, and a couple of sets of Roman Crunches. Th-th-th-that's all folks!