Morning... Nooners!

Yeah, well... to say I'm "back on top" is inaccurate; let's just settle for "I'm here." I'm feeling a whole lot better, but I still have the sniffles and am blowing my nose every five minutes.

Today is Comic Book Day! I somehow got like a month behind or a month ahead or something on my payments - haven't quite figured it out yet - and they are coming at the end of the month again. See, I like to wait until later in the month to order so I know what's coming, but since I advance order, it's not like it should matter - the comics don't come for three dang months! Of course, if I haven't paid for them yet, they aren't going to ship, so somehow, at some point, I must have either missed a payment or just didn't realize I owed as much as I did and I spent several hours the other day trying to figure it out and couldn't. It's my fault - I'm sure of that - I just can't figure out what I did nor what I need to do to get them back on-schedule. Still, I'm excited; this should be a really big shipment.

Oh! The title:

I've been wanting to discuss this for some time now.

You know I have been blogging - this very blog, in fact - since 1998 (that's a solid decade!), so I know wtf I am doing. A couple-few years back, blogging became all the rage and we've gone through this before. Yes, I do kind of resent it, for all sorts of reasons, and one of the main reasons is that suddenly, there is an entire "niche" - a little cottage industry within the Blogosphere - which has taken it upon itself to define blogging and set forth all these rules and guidelines and bullshit about how it should be done and what it all means and blahblahblah.

Well, I pay them about as much mind as I did breakdancing or legwarmers.

See, this is my blog and my blog runs on my time. Regular readers (we have a few) know that some days, The Rundown has 10+ posts that start at 5:00 in the AM and run through 1:00 in the morning; others have one post that lands around 3 in the afternoon; still others have 4-5 that pop-up at all points throughout the day and night. This kind of anti-schedule is supposedly a big "no-no" in Blogging (note the caps); I do not care.

Sure, if I were to follow all these nebulous "rules," we would probably get a lot more visitors and I would make more money and then it would be more like a real Job (again, with the caps), and that would severely restrict my larger Plan (ha!). And this is far from a cop-out:

When I was sick, I finally got so sore and restless from lying around that I simply had to find something to do, and the Chill books were setting right there by the couch, from where I'd been working on the big project before I got sick, so I picked them up and started flipping-through. In reading, I struck upon a germ of an idea and started making notes. As I got into it, one of the details led me to dig-out another book and one of the details in that one led to - well, that's just how the most brilliant creative things usually happen: one little detail leads to another and then another, and somewhere along the way, the wheels don't so much start "spinning" as the teeth of the gears simply fall into one another all by themselves and the machine is running before you even realize it.

Now, this "neat, little idea" has grown into a full-blown project of its own and it's fresh and exciting and invigorating, and were I to follow all these ever-changing "rules" of Blogging and all that Bullshit (I love getting Elite), I would never have time to do this! And this project is a lot more interesting and fun than a 100-word post about Britney's snatch... well, to some degree.

So, while I was sicker than I have almost ever been in my life last week and couldn't have done anything even if I'd wanted to, I have been meaning to address this at some point for several months now.

I am 33 years old and I freelance, and I live in a dying, Southern town, populated largely by meth-heads and Goddamned Baptists. I live in an apartment complex where half the neighbors wake with the roosters and the other half parties until 5 in the morning. When I want breakfast, the rest of the town is eating lunch; when I want lunch, the rest of the town has gone to bed - unless they belong to the sector that does meth. It's high-time everyone started getting used to dealing with me on my schedule, you know? And since I obviously can't go around town, banging on doors at 1:00 in the morning, demanding that people accept it as my "supper time," I have to settle for the little control over my life that I have online.

And I have been ignoring the site for far too long, so things are going to be catch-as-catch-can here for the next few weeks. But - I promise - once they get to where they need to be, you will have more than enough to keep you entertained!

Oh, those reviews are coming this week, provided I keep my health up.

© C Harris Lynn, 2008