Time for a post ladies and gentlemen. A blog about blogging. Or rather, a blog about how much I hate blogging. As writers, we are often encouraged to put our thoughts down on to a page, sure. I would like to offer, if I may be contrary for a moment, that doing it too often is more so a waste of our time and talent than a productive expression of our creativity. I may be being crass (as is often the case), but I like to think that all the blog I will ever need occupies a space reserved for thoughts between my ears. That's my brain. My brain holds all the important details concerning my opinions and ideas. Rather than let them leak all over a page or, in this case, a computer screen, I prefer to hold them inside and maintain their freshness. Ideas given too much air tend to grow stale and moldy. If someone is so obsessed with my ideas on a particular topic then, by all means, they should approach me and ask for them. Call me a naturalist, or just lazy, but I imagine that a real conversation between people is often preferred to what will only amount to a spelled out game of phone tag. Perhaps I am just being too self-involved, too obsessed with my own condition to recognize the merit of public idea forums. Perhaps not. All I know is that I tickle myself silly when I impale blogging on its own sword. Godspeed.