Blogologist

My blogologist advised me to write things and to make my home office feel more like a work environment. The advice was two-fold: to thread my way back into professional writing sans the effect of a cold water immersion, and to continue the reawakening of this place as a source of economically productive material. So I spoke with old friends. So I touched base with effortlessly productive others. So I dutifully filled out my time sheet, commuted home, and propped and pinned up some of the work that has financed my life over the past decade-and-a-half. The effect is mesmerizing. After years of capitalist compulsion convincing, I am baffled. I was actually a living, breathing, functioning dude. Fodder for the doctor’s couch. Next step is to pin down the effect of the past three months.