It’s very hard to give up blogging; one is always searching for a substitute. Sometimes, on FaceBook, one finds it.
I’m afraid that I’m still back in 2004 in the archives, and the news is mixed: on the one hand, there is a surprising number of publishable essays. I seem to find one in every month (or two months) of archives.
On the other hand, it’s a grueling project to get through eight years of archives, looking for the wheat amidst the bloggy chaff.
I’m not sure whether I’ll know for sure what the political vs. nonpolitical ratio will be. I believe that it would be ideal to have about 25% poitical content, and the rest stuff that my liberal friends would enjoy as much as my conservative readers. But I don’t yet see the outlines of the book this raw material is supposed to turn into.
It shimmers before me like a sort of mirage, fading when I try to look directly at it.
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Does this sound awkward? “[T]here is a surprising number of publishable essays . . .”
Discuss.