Does the idea of a book about weblogs really make any sense at all? Maybe it's me, but if I wanted to learn about weblogs, I think I would do so online. The only people who would actually buy books about weblogs would be people like, well... me. (Assuming I had the $$ to do so. Given my contributions to these books, I hope I get a free copy. Might not matter though... they'll all be in bargain bins in six months anyway.)
I don't think all these books will sell. I am a very limited demographic.
So much to do, and yet it seems like I've been so busy putting out fires that I can't do anything. Much more to do...
Been thinking lately about my past. I want to have more friends who are artists again. Ideally ones without crystal meth addictions... What I would really like to find is a locally-based muse to fall deeply, passionately, if not necessarily sexually for. It's never too early nor too late for inspiration.
Save me before I bore myself...
Birds chirping. I guess it's morning. Time for a little sleep, I guess.
"On the floating, shipless oceans
I did all my best to smile
til your singing eyes and fingers
drew me loving into your eyes.
And you sang "Sail to me, sail to me;
Let me enfold you."
Here I am, here I am waiting to hold you..."