Ed: What are you *doing*?
Me: It says to reblog this with my tongue.
Me: According to this, 95% of people can’t do it.
Ed: I don’t doubt it.
Me: My touchscreen won’t respond. I have to dry my tongue first. How do you dry your tongue?
Ed: You probably don’t.
Me: Nnng. Mmmp. Guh. Shoot, I have to start over.
Me: There. I did it. I am so superior to 95% of people.
As I mentioned last week, my brain is rather thoroughly occupied with keeping the small human alive and healthy and content (actually, I used the word “happy,” but I think I really meant “content,” and no, I don’t think the two are interchangeable, but that’s another story and shall be told another time), so The Writing Life hasn’t seen much of me lately.
Really, this makes me sad.
And a little crazy.
Because I discovered a certain truth a long time ago, and it hasn’t changed:
No matter what grand and beautiful things are happening in my life, I’m never really content unless I’m writing.
Pinky, Are You Pondering What I’m Pondering?
One thing about not getting to be as much of a writer as I want to be, it sure has made me think a lot about this blog and what it’s for and how I miss it and, to be honest, how in some ways I don’t miss it. And as I’ve pondered these things (between dirty diapers and “Twinkle, Twinkle” and baby burps), I’ve ended up meandering into thoughts about how I do or don’t use social media.
And here’s the thing: While I do enjoy drawing headless chickens for you and giving you free blogging ideas and telling you how beautiful you are…and while I get a kick out of tweeting the sordid tale of my toenails, the kiss between LeVar Burton and Patrick Stewart, and puns about winter and disco tents…while all of that is great and I don’t begrudge the universe a single minute of it all…
…all of that stuff is not really why I’m here.
And this is the part where I am Sigourney Weaver.
In the absolutely brilliant movie Galaxy Quest, Sigourney Weaver’s character Gwen DeMarco gets mocked because she repeats everything the (star)ship’s computer says. In response to her friends’ derision, she yells,
“Look! I have one job on this lousy ship, it’s stupid, but I’m gonna do it. Okay?!”
My lousy ship is this whole bloggingsocialmediainteractingonlinething.
In spite of all the great and fun stuff I can do with my blog and with Twitter and with Facebook, my job here boils down to one thing, really.
My one job is being a storyteller: telling you stories and telling you about my stories.
It were well that I remembered that. Y’know…against the day I turn all of these ponderings back into writing again. ; )
In the meantime…
…I am Sigourney Weaver.
” I’m just jazzed about being on the show, man.”