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Meeting other bloggers is always a pleasure. Mostly because we speak the same language and we suffer the same hell. That hell, of course, being that eternal fiery torture chamber better known as \”in front of your computer trying to write for your blog\”.

Common topics of conversation I have with other bloggers tends to be one of the following:
1) What an amazingly really cool guy I am
2) Their daughters and how bad they will kick my ass if I continue this line of conversation (except for DrJonz who keeps trying to get me to marry his daughter)
3) How much I rock
4) Politics
5) Debating the finer points of how I am or am not like a male Ann Coulter.
6) Strip clubs
7) Writing a solo blog

For those of you interested in the first six, you may safely close your browser at this point. I\’m talking about number 7.

Invariably, their opinion is either
\”How the hell do you do a solo blog? I can barely contribute to a group blog.\”
OR
\”Boy you\’re a lazy ass, I do 6,485 solo blogs and still find time to write a James Michener length novel before sundown.\”

I\’m more inclined to sympathize with the former.

To be fair there are days, when all I have to do is cough and 6 fully-written and even mildly intelligent posts come up. In fact, I stop writing because I know nobody is going to read 25 pages of my filth in one sitting.

In many cases, if they aren\’t topical, I put them on the \”draft\” pile for a rainy day. There they sit collecting dust until either the time is right and they see the light of day. Or they grow gills and a trunk, wander off, and end up living under some poor kids bed.

I love those days. It makes blogging so easy. No effort. Just fun. I call those days my \”Holy crap! Stop The Presses! A Writer Has Been Born!\” phase.

Then of course there is my \”…\” phase.

Those are the days, when although there may be things happening in the world, I\’ll be damned if I can come up with something coherent to say. I\’ll have 26 tabs of various items I could (and easily should) come up with something interesting to say.

In fact I may even have something really good half written…but then I can\’t finish it…like I\’m having problems finishing this.

Sometimes, I\’ll end up trying to force a post out. It\’s like constipation of the brain. And as such, usually some really awful post is the result. A post I hate…but publish anyway because I don\’t have anything else. And oddly enough, for some damn reason people enjoy the hell out of it, and tell me I should write more like it. NO!! It hurt dammit!

So I sit and stare. I read other blogs and end up bitter that they came up with something cool. And invariably end up posting something from the topical pile that hasn\’t spoiled yet. So that\’s what you\’re getting today folks. Deal with it.

NOTE : Wow…talk about irony. This was actually written several years ago, but never posted. Because as soon as I wrote this, several decent ideas popped into my head and became that day\’s contribution.

So oddly enough this post itself, ended up in the \”Draft\” pile waiting to be published on a day I couldn\’t think of anything else. Apparently today is it.

It also had a sister post about something else. But apparently that post has developed an extra appendage and breathing apparatus. It was last seen living in the closet of an 8-year old boy in Wichita. If you see it please alert the boy to the fact that a monster is really living in his closet, despite what his parents say. And if you could also let that post know I may need his services in the future, so if he could please return to my draft pile?