If you were to ask me what I love to do the most, it would probably be writing. Opinions, thoughts, ideas and characters dance inside my head, triggering impulses in my fingertips with words appearing on the page in front of me.
My words.
Always in need of editing.
Sometimes worth reading.
I wrote my last blog post two months ago. I did not mean to wait two months to write the next one. In fact, I've sat down in front of this 24" screen numerous times and begun to write. But 140 characters seem to be about my limit. Today I will attempt to write a few more.
The easy explanation would be that I've had writer's block. 'But why?' one might ask. There are a number of reasons.
The first is the death of my friend, Michael Spencer. I have spent hours trying to write about Michael's impact on me and how much I miss him. One of those hours was today. I am still not able to adequately express how much Michael's friendship and encouragement has meant to me - not to mention the influence of his writing on my life.
I've also been dealing with depression. (That's not easy for me to write - as the line from 10CCs I'm Not in Love, "Big boys don't cry" plays in the recesses of my right brain.) After avoiding it for much too long, I finally sat down with my GP (who has known me for a quarter century) and talked to her about this. The conclusion was that I'm simply exhausted - largely based on my work schedule from this past late winter/early spring. She prescribed novel reading, walking and eating properly. (With the need to come back and see her in mid-October if my depression doesn't lift.)
Imbi and I also realized that we had no choice but to update our company website - and we spent a chunk of time working on that.
I've also being editing away at the 50+ hours of HD footage we shot for Imbi's documentary on Church Leadership for the 21st Century. (Interviews with folk like Tom Wright, Dave Fitch, Andrew Jones, George Lord Carey, Pete & Kath Atkins, Graham Cray, Bishop Linda Nichols, Joe Manafo, Dick Staub, Eddie Gibbs and many, many others.)
And then, three Sundays ago, taking the shortcut to the lake front at our summer place, I slipped on wet wood - both feet coming out from under me - the resulting point of forced contact being my coccyx... landing on a rock.
As there's not much one can do with a fractured tailbone (other than lie down and take it like a man), I have managed to read four novels (the Steig Larson Salander/Blomkvist Millenium series and the latest Elizabeth George Inspector Lynley book), an interesting book on Beer and books by James Davison-Hunter, and my friend, Dick Staub. All of them on my new cheap (WiFi-only) Kindle 3 that arrived two weeks ago - I love it. Particularly the ability to grab quotes as a text file - no more transcribing!
All of this to say that this is my first post of a number I have planned for September. I will be reviewing Dick's book, About You and including some video I've shot with him in that review. (Dick is one of Imbi's and my favourite people on the planet.)
I will also do my best to finish the post honouring my friend, the (one and only) Internet Monk.
I'll be responding with humour to the Christian Conference addiction - partially triggered by this important post from J.R. Briggs.
Based on this FT article, I'll once again engage the topic of Narcissistic Personality Disorder and church leaders. (My last was a year and a half ago, It's All About Me, NPD and Church Leaders.)
I'm also somewhat in shock at the life of The People Formerly Known as the Congregation - written in March of 2007. This past Spring it appeared in a couple of Western Canadian newspapers (along with comments from Jamie Arpin-Ricci) and then last week excerpts from it showed up on a blog connected to a St. Louis newspaper as pointed out by TSK. I'll share my thoughts on the post, 3.5 years later.
I also may finish a post called Hip:Gnosis that I began in February - though I am trying to listen to a good friend who asked me to return to blogging but "not just when your p-o'd."
Though there are lots of things that p___ me off - grist for the mill at this small corner of the interwebs.
Back soon.
