Monday, January 3, 2011
I'm Confessin' That I Love You
I can't be the only one who feels the pressure of the holidays. Like anything else, when forced to do something--in the case of the Christmas season, that would be smiling, shopping, visiting, singing, cooking, and generally flopping around like some untroubled, cheerful putz for 2 weeks solid---I just don't want to do it. I'm well aware that this is supposed to be a happy time, but it's just not always like that, and I can't apologize anymore for not wanting to go a'wassailing or falling asleep before midnight on New Year's Eve.
In the case of Burning Wood, the blog got lost in the maelstrom, and nothing seemed good enough. The muse had gone cold. I didn't want to turn this place into a daily, online jukebox, with post after post of songs and commentary like, "This is a great song. Listen." There is nothing wrong with that occasionally, but as I said, it just didn't seem good enough. But that's all I had.
At this point, I felt as if I could do no wrong. 2011 was here and I was going in with the same determination as the Polar Bear swim. Then came January 2nd. I woke up to a broken camera, a broken printer, a friend rushed to the hospital, and before you know it, I was fighting with my muse again. The cranky and emotional bastard that I am, decided sometime around 6PM last night, that maybe 2012 will be better. But, I just can't wait that long.
So, dear friends, let's get this show on the road. And muse, if you're reading, I'll be there for you if you'll be there for me.