Every once in a while, I find myself having to apologize to my blog
readers. This is always when, in the midst of a sort of running dialogue (some
would say monologue), I’ll just go silent for a spell without so much as a “by
your leave”. This is one of those occasions, and I know all too well it’s not
one of my better traits.
In my defense, I never mean for these broad lagoons of silence to form. They
just do. They’re a lot like life itself for many of us, in which we find
ourselves doing whatever it is we’re doing “because we’re supposed to”, from
one day to the next, with such focus, so as “not to get off the track” that,
all of the sudden, we awaken to find that weeks, months or even years have gone
by without our realizing it, making us wonder, with something like panic,
“where on earth the time has gone!”
And in my mind, there’s always a good excuse. It usually has to do with
what I call “writing for hire”, meaning the writing/editing/translating that
puts food on the table and a roof over my head—work that my Midwestern American
upbringing tells me must always come first. (By this logic, it follows that doing
what you truly love, and what fills you with passion, can’t be considered
“serious work” and so, must be somehow “wrong” if you do it in anything but
your “spare time”).
While most of the people I know and care most about would (and do) say that
this Middle-American work ethic of mine is a good thing, something I should be
proud of, I have to admit that, deep down, I’ve always wished I could cut it loose,
like an unbearable burden, place it on a pyre and, in a less than solemn
ceremony (I can only imagine drinking, dancing and general debauchery would be
in order), burn it to unrecognizable cinders and then spit—or whatever—on the
ashes. But I’ve never seemed to have it in me to do that. I guess you can take
the boy out of the Midwest, but not the Midwest out of the boy.
Some would say it’s a virtue, a strength to always be “takin’ care o’
business” but that depends on what you see as business—whether business is
going after “what you can” or going after “what you want most”. My late and
ever-missed brother would have put it down to “a lack of balls”. Deep down, and
to my everlasting chagrin, I would have to agree with him. Still, know this:
that even if it has taken me the longest time imaginable to start getting a
dose of courage, it’s finally coming, little by little and better, perhaps,
late than never.
This blog, which I began writing in fits and starts just over seven
years ago, was a first step toward writing more of what I wanted to and less of what I had
to. To those of you who have followed it, commented on it, encouraged me, told
your friends and generally enjoyed what I’ve had to share, all I can do is say
thanks for your loyalty, indulgence and patience, and add: stay tuned…there’s
more to come.
