“Oh Good God! Lance is posting yet more ‘driveling-snivelings’ about writers, writing, and his writing travails! He wears me out!”
“Well, you may thank Mister Ohh over at His Place for prompting me to resurrect this long since dead post on the subject. Have a pleasant journey and be sure to give him my best regards while you are there. Ohh! (See what I just did there?) Oh btw, the password is “Mo’ Sent me.” ‘Mo, being shorthand for ‘Moron.’ Gawd! I crack me up! Ha. Ha. Ha.
The Angry Mab
“I dreamt a dream tonight.”
“And so did I.”
“Well, what was yours?”
“That dreamer’s often lie.”
“…In bed asleep while they do dream things true!”
“Oh! Then I see Queen Mab hath been with you!”
–R&M: Romeo and Mercutio
“Peace, Good Mercutio. Peace. Thou talks of nothing. Thou talkst of nothing.”
“True. True. I talk of dreams, which are the children of an idle brain. Begotof nothing but vain fantasy, which is as thin of substance as the air and more inconstant than the wind who woes even now the frozen bosom of the north, and being angered puffs away from thence, turning his side to the dew-dropping south.”
Thou Talkst of Nothing
After a night of hard blogging and writing of drafts, and becoming somewhat disillusioned and more than daft, I perished toward my bed, reaching out for the Arms of Morpheus.
Within moments I slipped into that Hypnagogic Sleep, that strange place between two worlds, that semi-conscious state of being, yet not being,
Salvador Dali 1928
Sleep, but Not Sleep.
Then I began to dream things that should have been true.
But were not true
Yet so true.
Wonderful words words words!
Words to sate my unnourished prose.
Words swirl’d about in my mind like so many fireflies on a summer’s eve:
“Words, words, words!. Once, I had the gift. I could make love out of words as a potter makes cups of clay. Love that overthrows empires. Love that binds two hearts together, come hellfire & brimstone.”
— “Will Shakespeare in Love”
I had it (them, those) words… goin’ on.
Brilliant words. Beautiful, poignant words! All right there!
Right there In My Mind
Hovering, floating just above the surface
I reached out my finger to tap the “Publish Mouse”
This was yet another ancient post marked for ‘Make-Over.’
Now this has been accomplished, albeit with a ‘soft’, ‘light’ finger on that ‘delete key.’
It was not my intent to change much about the original post in general, nor the ‘message’ in particular. My desire was mainly to bring it up to speed vis-à-vis my 2021 ‘Higher Production Standards’.
(That’s ‘tongue-in-cheek’, by the way, as if Y’all don’t already know this! Hahaha!)
This next is Not ‘tongue-in-cheek,’ however. It is sincerely serious.
When I originally ‘penned’ the post I was a little frustrated over ‘Bot’ likes and also, as I called them, ‘Drive-By Likers’ You know the breed (Even If you have been blogging only a short while).
The ‘Drive-By Liker’ surfs the WP Reader page and likes damn near everything, in an attempt, I surmise, to generate interest and traffic in His/Hers/Other’s blog site.
This used to piss me off.
Now it doesn’t.
Because I am more and more maturely humble these days as I find myself on ‘The Back Nine of Life’
And so now I give all the ‘Likes’ the benefit of my doubt and just appreciate them for what they are.
Long lost AbusiveMuse sent me this email. (Rememberher? I’ll drop her in at the end as an ‘Added Value Bonus Bit’.)
“Lance! Someone took the time to drop a ‘like’on your dumb ass. Be Happy with it! Never look a ‘Gift Like’ in the Mouth. Print it out and fuckin’ frame it. Put it on your “I Like Me Wall” along with all the other ‘Real-Life’ bullshit accolades and awards you have dragged around with you over all these years. Fer Chrissakes! Get over yourself!”
“Love Ya. Mean it.”
Not everyone has time, nor even inclination to comment on every bloody post they ‘like’. I understand this now. That is just how some folks roll.
On the other hand, I will, ninety-nine percent of the time, leave a comment on every post I have liked.
This certainly does not mean I am the ‘better, kinder, gentler blogger.’ It just means that That is How I choose to Roll.
We are all different, unique, and worthy-of-respect individuals, and we approach blogging each to our own ends, and according to own philosophies (I have written extensively on this of late. See attached below: “Worthy Writers”)
Back to THIS post:
I wanted it to be a fun, light-hearted, whimsical way for me to bitch, moan, and complain about a personal ‘Pet Peeve’ of mine.
I think I came close to accomplishing my goal back then. I have copy-pasta’d the comments from the original post at the bottom of this one.
But I had also posted some other posts related to the subject, which were a little more, shall we say, ‘direct-to-the meat’ of the matter.
“More matter, less art” as Gertrude said to Polonius in “Hamlet”.
I’d skip those old posts if I were you. I am certainly not proud of them.
Okay, there may be one or two exceptions to what I just wrote above. This below might be one of them. I had forgotten about it. I find it kind of endearing. You may too.
I have a lot of opinions about a lot of things, reading and writing and commenting being very close to the top of my ‘Opinion Hit Parade.’ Not always have I expressed these opinions in a respectful way.
I am working more and more toward the ‘respectful way’ of expressing my opinions these days. Lord knows, we have too much vitriol in our world to deal with already.
I do Not wish to contribute to That and if you catch me ‘back-sliding’, please call me out on it.
Mister Lance ‘Eddie’ Marcom
Alright!After All That ‘Preamble’and if You-Are-Still-Here…
Here is the post I have been trying to post:
“A like is a like of course of course
“And everyone loves a like of course
“Unless of course
“The like is from the Famous Mister Ed…
(Who is just a horse and not a real person)
“Go right to the source and ask the horse…
“Do you read before you enforce
“That this is a post that you’d endorse?
“He’s always on a steady course…
“Talk to Mister Ed.”
“My Kingdom! For Readers!”
This rant is certainly not directed at those of you who actually read my scribblings. It is directed at those few, those happy few who… Never mind:
Y’all catch my drift, as I am certainly not the only one who experiences this.
And in Closing, Allow Me To Say This About That:
Please Don’t Hesitate To “Like” A Post Of Mine Now Because You Mistakenly Assume I Will Be Wondering,
“Where Is The Frickin’ Comment?”
I No Longer Think That Way
So ‘Like’ Away!!
Cheers To All My Good Friends Out There in ‘Radio Land’.
Comments from the original post below. (Best to start at the bottom and read your way up. Makes more sense that way.)
LAMarcom June 18, 2014 at 18:37 Edit
janeybgood June 18, 2014 at 15:53 Edit
No problem Lance, I’m glad to “meet” you 🙂
LAMarcom June 18, 2014 at 15:46 Edit
Bona-fide speed reader!
Awesome (I read fast too and sometimes I also out-type my brain, which can have unfortunate consequences….at times)
Thank you very much for your visits and commentary.
Always makes my day to have feedback.
janeybgood June 18, 2014 at 15:41 Edit
Believe if or not, I did read it that quickly because I’m just that good 🙂
Succinct and brilliant! I,like, totally liked it.
Teela Hart June 7, 2014 at 03:24 Edit
LAMarcom June 6, 2014 at 08:29 Edit
Teela Hart June 6, 2014 at 06:40 Edit
I’ve always loved Mr. Ed.
And a comment is a comment of course of course. 😀
LAMarcom June 6, 2014 at 00:18 Edit
Funny paradox, ain’t it? Catch 22?
LAMarcom June 6, 2014 at 00:15 Edit
Exactly how my mind works!
Thanks for not being a ‘bot’.
Laughing. See? You made me laugh.
Now here is your token for a free Lone Star Beer redeemable at Lackland O Club only.
happierheathen June 6, 2014 at 00:08 Edit
So, then, you’re writing for those who never read your stuff so won’t know of it anyway. It makes perfect sense to me.
We are, each of us, all of us, complicated, worthy people, full of brightly brilliant ideas, passionate passions, boundless potentials and infinite possibilities.
We are “Writers,” which makes us just a little bit different, special, andweird.
(In a very good way)
We each have our own personal foibles, strengths, weaknesses, levels of humanity, quirks, degrees of sanity, degrees of insanity, levels of intelligence, variancesof meanness,variancesof kindness, oscillatingmagnitudes of mood, cascades of creativity, brilliance of brevities, vacillating verbosities, and on and on…
In short we are all individuals possessing something unique that only each unique one amongst us can share.
And THAT, My Dear “Special Writer-Friends” is whatmakes this vocation so Magical.
And so very fulfilling and so very rewarding.
Ninety-Nine Percent of my Writing is Autobiographical.
And I know from visiting the Blogs, that most of my Fellow Writers, at the very least, Write a good deal of same.
For me, I find it healthy and cathartic.
Your mileage may vary.
But remember Socrates’ renowned statement,
“The unexamined life is not worth living.”
Content Credit: “School of Life”
Some of us have our own personal agendas.
Some of us do not.
Yet,We, each and every one of us, is worthy: Agenda Full, orAgendaEmpty.
Honestly, I am fresh out (of agendas)currently, but I am shopping for one to rent.
Upon ‘Sober’ Reflection…
(Yes! I have Quit for Good, The Drinking–Having Chosen Life Over Death Because I still have years and years and years worth of shit I want, need, to write and to share.)
Yes!Upon sober reflection, I realize I DO have an agenda after all: My ‘agenda’, modest as it may appear, is to spread a little joy and deliver a bit of enrichment into the people’s lives who honor me by investing some of that most valuable, finite commodity we ALL share:
I work very diligently not to waste even one single moment of yours, because there is no such thing as a ‘Money-Back-Time-Guarantee’.
“Love It, Or We’ll Refund All Your Time Spent. With Interest. No Questions Asked! Guaranteed!”
Sorry.Don’t work that way.
Some of us are Brilliant, Talented Writers.
Some us are just getting started and may need advice from time to time. Just ask; you will most likely get an inbox overflowing full.
“So, You Want To Be A Writer?”
Street Cred for Vid: Shea, Et al.
Some of us are polished, published, poets, prose-writers, playwright professionals, some of us are copywriters, some of us are even journalists, some of us are a combination ofa few or of them all.
Some of us have genetic talent.
Some of us must work harder at it.
Most of us sufferWriter’s Block from time to time:
Content Credit: “Ivan Kander”
But the fact that we are all here,grinding out word after word,
Proves our worth and our respect for our craft.
And the Fact that you are reading these words right now proves you have respect for your fellow writers in Our Wonderful Writer’s Community
I think what my ‘message’ is trying (and most likely failing) to eloquently say… is that I love the writers in my fellow writer community.
We all have worth.
(Well except for that worthless schmuck who don’t like Lenny Bruce… and Y’all know I am even just kidding on that.)
“Thank You Mask Man”
Video Share Credit: ThankYouMaskedMan1
Neverkid About Comedy; Comedy is SeriousBusiness!
Never Joke About Lenny; Lenny is Serious Business!
And if Y’all Think I’m a Serious Person, and not joking, I am gonna purchase you a one-way ticket to ‘The Re-Education, Never-Take-Lance-Too-Seriously Gulag Facility’, recently re-modeled and up-graded–it has running water now.
And Gulag Goulash Every Saturday Night.
–Lance, Your Humble & Worthy Servant, Who Loves, and Respects, All of ‘Y’alls’.
Bonus ‘Added Value’
Shakespeare & Marlowe:
I am fleshing out a stand-alone on this song, dropped in below ….