I’ve been away from the blogosphere for a while. The causes are not important other than to say they can easily be plotted along a continuum from ‘valid higher priority’ to ‘lame excuse’. I am making an effort to be more diligent about adding content.
Oddly, while I was away, I was not in wont of inspiration. I would regularly come across the kernel of an idea and dutifully make note of it. At some point, full of the best intentions, I would sit down to write but get no further the creating a draft. Over time I built up quite a backlog of unfinished posts. Some are nearly completed. Other are nothing more than a title and, maybe, a phrase or two. I’m cleaning out the queue so they will stop taunting me as unfinished work every time I log in. A few may still be wick and might yet see the light on day. Most are non-starters, bad ideas, or ideas whose time has long since passed. There are 74 of them; actually 75 until I click “Publish” on this one.
The oldest is from January 19, 2014 and is cryptically titled “WHTBJ”. After a bit memory refreshing I determined that stands for Whatever Happened to Baby Jane. Scanning through the draft there might be something worth pursuing in there. I’ll keep that one.
There were 38 drafts containing my thoughts about various performances I’d seen; 24 plays & musicals, 6 operas, 4 movies, 3 ballets and 1 symphony concert. I might revisit a couple to ruminate about the play itself but any thoughts I had about the production or the performance are even more irrelevant now than they probably were at the time. I am confident the popular culture will endure without knowing my thoughts on a performance of La Cenorentola I saw last spring. (I liked it.) I deleted 32 of them.
Seven drafts were quite prosaic. It must have been a low-inspiration/high self-esteem day if I thought I could come up with something worth reading on topics like Harper’s dog food or my tetanus shot. They’re gone.
A draft last May is titled “Symphony Hall Usher Training”. I’ve written enough about ushering for a while so that one is going in the trash. I’m intrigued, however, to see one of my notes reads; “sex in loge”. I am pretty sure that was to be an amusing anecdote and not an embarrassing confession.
A handful were political rants I thought better of, probably wisely. They’re gone.
A few with vague and uninteresting working titles like “Disney” or “Trivia” had no content. Heaven knows where I was headed with them. They’re also gone.
And a handful had interesting working titles. “Poisoning The Well” started to be about my concern that writing something negative about a play or movie might stop someone from going to see it. Based on what I wrote last night about Black or White I appear to have gotten over that concern. Gone.
I wish I’d done something with the title “Wax Santa”. I love the title but have no idea what it was to be about. Gone.
I saved a draft titled “The Papery Husks of Honesty”. A friend used that phrase, in its proper botanical context, in conversation once. I think it is a fascinating phrase and someday I’ll find some topic for which it will be just the right metaphor. Or maybe I’ll write a haiku.
After completing my review I have whittled the drafts down from 75 to 12. And by the time you see this it will be 11. I feel productive.