To those who read my blog regularly, an explanation of why I am no longer averaging at least an entry per week. I’ll call it the alternative use of time, not to mention the summer is filled with travel and other distractions and upon returning to our home, an increasing number of health issues which must be addressed. I used to see one doctor. Now my primary care physician is the quarterback for a number of specialists. Aging, it’s not for the faint of heart.
But most of my writing time is currently focused on a follow up to my book, Waiting for Someone to Explain It. This second volume is also very challenging, not to mention time consuming as I try to work on it almost every day. Still, it will take months, maybe up to a year, to complete.
When I approach such a project, my first instinct is to write a draft of an introduction. This helps me focus on content, organization, and what I actually hope to accomplish. I even have a working title, Explaining it to Someone. Of course as I get deeper into it, everything I now envision might totally change, title included. But I think by writing this explanation about the diminished blog output, makes me more committed to trying to get this done.
This does not mean the blog will go quiet as I’ll still be writing theatre reviews and articles and maybe an occasional review of a book, but certainly less on personal and political subjects. I’ve come to feel that sharing too much personal information has indeed become a dangerous habit. I don’t regret writing what I have on that topic in the past, but in the future I intend to tread carefully.
Likewise, I’m fairly disgusted by politics, the omnipresence of Trump, our “leaders” lack of action on gun control, healthcare, just to name two major ones. Probably when the Presidential primaries heat up, I’ll have something to say.
We have also misused technology for amusement, convenience, and weaponry and elected leaders who thoughtlessly borrow against the future to preserve their power in the present. Culture wars and racial and ethnic conflicts abound, just as they have since the beginning of time, but now are in hyper mode thanks to the immediacy of information and disinformation.
As I age, I’m either seeing things more clearly or more negatively, or maybe they are one and the same. The misanthropic needle scale seems to be tipping more and more to the red zone.
At a dinner the other night, I jealously listened to a friend describe her reading life, blowing through one book after another, and when asked what I am currently reading it dawned on me that I am no longer capable of reading for pleasure as I am always looking for answers, trying to figure life out while I have that brief privilege in time being one of the more than 100 billion human beings who have had their flickering moments before me.
Waiting for Someone to Explain It is a collection of writings culled from my blog lacunaemusing.com, which attempts to fathom the economic and political morass happening at the beginning of the 21st century. While I was writing about those increasingly threatening issues, the blog also became a repository for family history, something I imagined I was leaving for posterity, and also a place where I could report on and analyze my cultural life, particularly the literature, music, and theatre I experienced during the same period.
In a sense, while asking political and economic questions, those entries focused on my reading and theatre experiences were providing some of the answers. Why? In “fiction” artists deal with human conflict and nescience on a granular and abstract level. What I hope emerges from this new volume is just one person’s reporting on contemporary theatre and literature, works chosen as they seem to point the way to understanding the world we live in.
This will not merely be a collection of blog entries. They are going to be edited and organized in such a way to serve as a reference work to more than a hundred plays and literary works.
I hope this is a sufficient explanation of my “alternative use of time,” the most precious commodity we have, not realizing it when we are younger.
Meanwhile, enjoy William O Ewing III’s “Lunchtime At The Car Shop” a painting we saw at a local exhibit months ago which seems appropriate for this moment….