The old codger has been bouncing between two sites the last few days, sorting things out, trying to get a real feel for where he can settle comfortably while servicing a bit of a ‘following.’
For background, the ‘other’ site purports to be a writer’s social blog with overriding ulterior motives of educating writers in their craft and elevating the art. So much for ulterior motives. ‘Social’ won out.
Did I tell you of the new word (I believe) I’ve coined? Egonarcissism. Pretty much what you might think. I’ll add it to Poetry and Lyrics (no other place to put it) in a day or two. Suffice to say, writers are one demographic terribly afflicted. Including me. It is, really, a debilitating malady. Engenders tangential infections of paranoia, depression, sardonicism, anxiety, and nosebleeds. Fortunately, I personally see lesser, not greater instances of those problems, except nosebleeds. That’s been a problem for me ever since – well that’s another story.
Anyway. I need to focus this site on humor and short story, capitalizing on vignette and conversational forms. Still, an occasional piece of bad poetry, a rant, and observational essay may creep in, but it’s obvious Shakespearean and Hemingway-esque pieces aren’t in the offing. Like to be able to promise something of the caliber of Kaminsky or (Robert B.) Parker but that’s not likely either. One should have heroes.
Which of course, means you can dependably expect a fair amount of adult language, ribald innuendo, and liberal doses of sarcasm. As I used to say on the “other” site, “Buckle in, kids…” but no one ever caught on. Humor is not a strong point with many writers. Or writers who take themselves too seriously. And most do. Hence: egonarcissism. Which come to think of it does suggest a certain logic…