I had written 2,000 words for this week's posting, mostly about tonight's Emmy Awards, next Saturday's Harvey Awards, music, skateboarding, and summer. I just deleted them all.
Halfway through the writing, Carly read me something that Sports Night, West Wing, and Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip creator Aaron Sorkin wrote concerning the current political climate, Barack Obama meeting fictional President Josiah "Jed" Bartlet at his home in New Hampshire. It was everything that made the first four seasons of the West Wing outstanding. Sharp, witty, inspiring, and it made me never want to write another word again. This three or four page one act play was the kind of thing Sorkin probably wrote on the back of a napkin, and it summed up everything that I've been feeling despite my insulated attempts to remain calm as the world around us falls apart, as the news media would have us believe.
I soldiered through to the end. As my editor read through the "finished" work, between beats on Rock Band, I attempted to explain how I felt it all hooked together: the impromptu car ride mix tape, and the tarted-up, rail-thin January Jones next to the curvacious, old-Hollywood Christina Hendricks, and the Tony Hawk landing the first 900. A sure-fire sign that it hadn't worked. Like the Joker said in Batman Adventures: Mad Love, "If you have explain a joke, there is no joke." I hadn't been prolific, it wasn't funny, and there weren't enough comics. I pulled punches on Christos Gage and I failed to give credit where credit was due. It tied up in a mess. And I couldn't play "Flirtin' With Disaster" on Hard.
Living Wednesday to Wednesday was never supposed to be weekly, but rather bi-weekly, in hopes that I would have something real to say and the time to develop it and get it down and done. Then I hit a roll after Heroes with the interviews. People started tuning in, and I actually received questions when entries weren't posted at designated times. I'm not complaining. A following, no matter how small, is an honor. I want to be as big as any comic book blog. If bands weren't in it for the money, they'd never leave the garage; if I didn't want to get attention for writing this, I'd just talk at Jermaine in the store.
This time I was just a little overzealous. The chance to hit the 26 blogs in 365 days goal 8 weeks early paired with the ability to keep the weekly schedule cranking for another two months was a brass ring just out of reach.
We've got a great blog planned for you this year. Videos and interviews are in the house. So stick around, we'll be right back.
