blogging and Slogging

Closing in on the launch of a website (or two), I am nervous about getting the darned thing right. Funny thing to be nervous about, I guess.

Most of the time when I think of blogging, it seems like a waste of otherwise valuable time. But seeing as how I have done so much with my time over the past 40 odd years, I suppose that's a pretty ridiculous appraisal of the situation.

Website ideas are plentiful, but then again, I've never had much of a shortage if ideas. Seems like the most obvious are the old car site, the health site, the political site (maybe), the UFO site, and the English language site at the top of the priorities list. We'll see.

Dismal month at WebAnswers, starting off even worse but gaining momentum late to save me from a complete disaster. After looking for all the world like I was closing in on a check every month, now it looks like it will be a battle to be sure to get one every other month. Crap.

I am reading the James Oliver Curwood novel, Kazan, to Phen, just as Dad used to do to Jeanne and me as kids. What a trip down memory lane to read that story again, this time from a completely different perspective, and sharing it in a way that might become memorable to someone now a few months shy of the ripe old age of five. "Life's a bitch and then you die," has been a frequent thought pattern for me lately, but Phen keeps me from just allowing the whole thing to fold in on itself.

I wish blogging felt better. Like it was actually accomplishing something, for instance.