Okay, blogging is officially my drug. I'm experiencing withdrawal from my self-imposed restriction so before I go into seizures I say the hell with it. This episode of Corine's self-indulgent justification for going on with the addiction brought to you by the amazing Australian artist (omg! LOVE HIM!!) Chris Chun
Here is what I think, the only way I can sustain working alone on long terms projects such as the great American novel or other projects that might never see the outside of my hard drive; writing that might never be published (or will be posthumously, god forbid--no, no don't worry, a dramatic staged death in order to get recognition is not in the plans) ...is to blog.
When I blog I am loose and silly, I am at play. When I write I'm a perfectionist, a control freak given to bouts of self flagellation alternating with self aggrandizement followed by self loathing. I assure you it's exhausting.
Blogging keeps me connected and keeps me sane. The pretty visuals are much needed rest from the dullness of wikipedia design (yep, sorry to disappoint, that's were I get most of my facts.)
YOU read ME and I miss that thrill. It's miracle enough and I don't want to rock this precious equilibrium for fear you'll move on to read shinier and more deserving blogs. I need my fix of blogging love, and I need it daily.
Blogging is truly a restful activity, a freeing activity. It's better than sex (or as good as) to clear the synapses after working on something ignominiously introspective where I rarely come out clean.
Okay, so did I convince you? Will you be my enabler?
The Chris Chun's website is
here and there is much more you're going to fall off your chair.
I discovered him via the fantastic
Hiccupings, one of my favorite kid's blog.