Spent a few minutes weeding the flower bed out front yesterday and it got my mind to thinking. A blog is like your yard; don’t pay attention to it, and after a while it dies.
Lately this site has been looking like a lawn with a bank foreclosure sign sprouting from it. All brown and weeds…
The other day, a fellow blogger knocked on my door. “Hey Cieslak, could you post something new here for chrissake! You’re driving down the values of other websites around the cyber-hood.”
That, or squatters could break in and start posting on their own…
Fine.
I’ll open up the garage, roll out my rickety old gas-powered word processor, spark up the thesaurus, and drag out the rusty editing tools. Cut back some of this undergrowth. Water the imagination. See if I can get a few metaphors to take root and bloom.
Problem is, the next day, my back will be killing me.
Lately this site has been looking like a lawn with a bank foreclosure sign sprouting from it. All brown and weeds…
The other day, a fellow blogger knocked on my door. “Hey Cieslak, could you post something new here for chrissake! You’re driving down the values of other websites around the cyber-hood.”
That, or squatters could break in and start posting on their own…
Fine.
I’ll open up the garage, roll out my rickety old gas-powered word processor, spark up the thesaurus, and drag out the rusty editing tools. Cut back some of this undergrowth. Water the imagination. See if I can get a few metaphors to take root and bloom.
Problem is, the next day, my back will be killing me.
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