Too much of a good thing

Sometimes, coming up with a post title is the hardest damned thing. Sometimes I just put up some words and see where they take me.

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Today, for example!

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See, I don't pre-prepare my posts. By and large they just come on out in a stream of consciousness that can take odd twists and turns on the way to cohesiveness. Sometimes, the cohesiveness is elusive, almost indiscernable amidst the convolutions. This is when I start using big words, like "indiscernable," and hope to God I spell them correctly.

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Still, there is, usually, a common thread amongst all my "one-piece" posts, a pin on which to hang the whole thing, one kernel of an idea that got me going, that will, ultimately, hold the whole post together.

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Today's kernel is this: I think, maybe, that this once-a-day posting is too much of a good thing.

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Writing something, anything, every day is becoming an addiction. I keep thinking that I'll just get over the infatuation/need one of these days and will then start posting when I have something REAL to say, something important and soul-stirring and germaine to life in general and the universe in particular. This daily posting is an expurgation of all the extraneous stuff I feel I must get out of my head before starting in on real business; it's a chance to express a part of me that is who I really am, to exorcise some of the idiocy that goes on inside my head or to commit to writing some of the dreams and memories clutter up my brain.

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But, how WORTHWHILE is it? How useful? And here's a perfect rhetorical question: How do I balance the time I spend doing this with the time I should be spending doing productive stuff and putting my nose to the grindstone and forging ahead with the business of the day/week/month/life? Is this writing a thing of form and function, or is it merely breathless blathering about nothing in particular to a faceless audience of a faithful few?

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So, here's the question, mostly from me to me, who cannot overcome the addiction of daily dumps of brain-goo into the blog-o-sphere: How much is too much?

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Fabulous, now that the angst portion of this post is out of the way, I can move on to better things.

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Things like saying that I'll be on vacation part of next week, and WON'T be posting every day. I probably won't be posting at ALL until I get back. Maybe not until Thursday. Almost a whole week.

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Yowza!! How's THAT for a turnaround? Like how I did that? Get all anxious and Dickinsonian first, and then BAM! turn it around the next second and pull the rug right out from under ya with a "presto" moment of abandonment?

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Is it any wonder I'm the perfect Gemini?

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Other things about me that don't make sense in a Gemini-y way - I keep a very neat kitchen but can't self-motivate at work. I get the oil changed in my car every 3000 miles but haven't replaced the windshield that got cracked, badly, in December. I get paid to write but haven't committed word to file in days, with a headline looming large tomorrow. I love to talk, yet hate the telephone.

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Oy.

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So, the second question of the day, and this one not at all rhetorical:

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Y'all got any personal inconsistencies you'd like to share? I'd hate to think I'm the only one bellowing into the wind out here.

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Stupid cat pictures are funny!