After spending several hours spread over the space of two days writing and editing today’s blog post, it slowly began to dawn on me that what I had written was complete crap. And now matter how much I polish my crap it’s still going to stink.
It wouldn’t have mattered before. Before, back when I was plodding away on blogger.com and got excited if I had three views in a day, I could have lived with myself for letting something sub-par slide through. But now the game has changed. You changed it. A few of you have done me the honor of commenting on my posts and subscribing to this blog, and now, suddenly, I’m not blogging in a vacuum. I owe you something. I can’t just put out crap because that’s what I’ve got. You deserve better than that.
So instead you get this. It’s not much, but I’d like to think a nugget of passion is worth more than a mountain of manure.
And if, in your devilish curiosity, you wonder what that hard-wrought segment of doomed text might have been about, I will leave you with one clue. Just three little words gingerly plucked from the original steaming pile of eight-hundred and forty-five:
Zombie Samuel Coleridge.
Thank you for reading. That is all.