The First Post

I don't know how long ago I started this blog, but I know it's been a long time, and for a long time I've written exactly nothing. Finally I've gotten around to writing something, and it's not easy. And I'm going to post it and I don't think that's going to be easy either.

Just for the record, today is November 9th. 11/9, the opposite of 9/11, to coin a meme.

I'm schizophrenic. Not in a literal, clinical sense, but in a metaphorical, personal sense. There are at least two “me's” maybe more. Here are the two I know about.

One of them, the me I call me, or The Writer, wants to write. That's the part of me that's pounding on the keyboard right now.

The other, the me I'll call me, or The Other, does not want me to write. That's the part of me that's crying right now.

It's a battle for control. The territory to be won is the body, and the will, I suppose. There seems to be no room for compromise, so someone has to win.

Writing puts The Writer in control, strengthens The Writer and makes it easier to remain in control.

Writing weakens The Other. With any luck it might kill it. The Writer doesn't necessarily want to kill The Other, but if that's the way it goes, then fine.

For survival, The Other has to find ways to keep The Writer from writing. So far it's been doing a pretty good job. But this might just be a turning point. At least The Writer hopes it will be.

Now that the battle is out in the open, let's make things clear. I'm either going to write or I am going to metawrite in the Metablog. In any case, I'm going to metawrite daily, just to keep my muscles in shape.

I've got a backlog of stuff I want to write about, and I'm going to write about it, in no special order, just item by item. 

And I'm keeping the metablog going. At least one post a day, maybe several. 

And now, I post it.

Take that!