The fact is, I just haven't had a lot to say lately that I haven't said elsewhere. Between nerd porn, and whittling away at my crappy novel, and doing freelance work, and frittering away my empty work hours screaming at people on message boards about Jandek, and trying to read once in a goddamn while, and hanging out with my friends out here in the non-pixellated world, and writing other stuff for money and not-for-money, and all that other happy horseshit, I honestly don't have the time to think of funny, insightful, clever, or even retarded things to say around here. (Here's something that could have been its own post: the Iraqi intifada begins today! Pretty retarded, eh?)
Anyway, it's a pointed irony that the more actual writing work I get, the more I neglect stuff like my novel and my imaginary internet friends. And, of course, despite the fact that this has been my most productive year ever as a writer, I still beat myself up near-daily for being too lazy. But in the end, I tell myself: we'll, you're missing out on stuff not just because you're a slug, but because you have real paid writing work to do, and that's what you've always wanted, so at least you're ignoring your obligations for a good reason. But, on t'other hand, you're still ignoring them. So, sorry about that.
I'll try and be more conscientious about this thing, because if there's one thing more pathetic than a grown man who keeps a diary like a 14-year-old girl, it's a grown man who keeps a diary like a 14-year-old-girl and never updates it.
More to come.