Every blog post I write appears in three places at more or less the same time: here on my WordPress blog, and on my Christianity.com and Crosswalk.com blogs. Together the three bring me some 40,000 “views” per month. I have no idea how many people that number represents, but I’m guessing I couldn’t fit them into my living room at once.
I’ve been blogging for one year now. It’s become one of my two primary creative outlets: I blog, and I write books. Both are dear to me.
Lately I’ve been doing neither. I’m between books — the editing of one done; the exact structure of the next still in the works — and my last blog post was on May 6, four days ago. Four days isn’t much time in real life, but in Blog Time it’s about four months. My view numbers have plummeted like a toddler on a tight-rope. Posting to a blog is like drinking water: If you don’t do it all the time, you pretty quickly expire.
I like to post a new piece at least every other day, because I know people are showing up to my blog, and I hate the thought of not giving them something for their trouble and precious time. It kills me that people come to my blog. I feel it as an honor. So I want to do my best by the people who show up here; I want to show them, via the quality of what I give them, the same respect they show me by coming here in the first place.
Lately, though, I’ve been having one of the most exceptional writing experiences of my life. I’m writing a three-act play. I figure it’s at most ten hours’ work away from being finished. I expect to have it done by the time my father arrives here this Thursday. (I wrote about my pop’s upcoming visit on my last post, My Dad, My Book, and the 2008 San Diego Book Awards.)
Except that lately I’ve been being Joe Playwright.
I’m afraid all I’m saying is that I may not post anything new here until my play’s finished. That might be tomorrow. That might be in two weeks. I have no idea. But somewhere in there, for sure.
You’ll wait for me, yes?