Where the Wild Thing Grows
Wellington Leg: A week’s hiatus from blogging leaves your reporter both behind the curve and ahead of the political Sweet Sixteen in the sense that many in Wellington Leg are now calling for a do over in the Towne Council election won by an illegal alien from outer space. I think if people failed to recognize they were voting for a giant squid, maybe it’s their fault. Ray Legler pours Budweiser through valves in his head and that sets him apart from the other candidates, as I see it.
Ed Champion has an article about literary blogs over on his new site. He announces the demise of the Litblog Co-op and heaps praise on Maude Newton and Bud Parr. He bemoans the lack of community among lit bloggers and correctly points out the travails of multi-headed cooperative blogging. Ed’s a thinker and an observer of human folly in all its forms but in this case he’s pressing his nose against the display window on Fifth Avenue. I’ve done this myself only to have the Harry Winston sales rep remind me that the big rock is out of my price range.
Let’s look at it this way: writing books is about discipline. Writing reviews, reports, postcards from Tahiti ( wish you were here) letters to the editor ( my neighbor is from Alpha Centauri) all require great regard to form and presentation. Cooperative blogging feels like work. When I’ve attempted it I feel weird and out of sync; it’s like playing basketball in your socks, you can’t stop sliding toward the frazzled grownups in the bleachers.
Blogging is where the wild thing grows. That’s what I think.