{"id":1061,"date":"2007-03-30T06:55:00","date_gmt":"2007-03-30T10:55:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/2007\/03\/30\/thursday-night-writing-about-writing\/"},"modified":"2007-03-30T06:55:00","modified_gmt":"2007-03-30T10:55:00","slug":"thursday-night-writing-about-writing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/2007\/03\/30\/thursday-night-writing-about-writing\/","title":{"rendered":"Thursday night &#8211; writing about writing"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"pBlogBody_247256054\" class=\"blogContent\">\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><span style=\"\">&nbsp;&nbsp; <\/span>Short post as it&#8217;s late and I need to get to sleep. Today was a very &#8216;public&#8217; kind of day .I ended up walking around work more often than usual which brought me into contact with many folks I hadn&#8217;t seen in a while\u2026. Likewise the family and I went <span style=\"\">&nbsp;<\/span>to a play at the high school after work. In both cases<span style=\"\">&nbsp; <\/span>I absolutely loved seeing everyone.. I just wish they couldn&#8217;t see me.. or rather.. I sometimes wish that they wouldn&#8217;t see me as somehow different and changed. I guess I don&#8217;t get to choose that right now.<span style=\"\">&nbsp;&nbsp; <\/span>It&#8217;s just such a strange change for me being the social person I was\u2026 and still somehow am. <\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><span style=\"\">&nbsp;&nbsp; <\/span>Another thing that happened to me several times today was &#8221;bloglog&#8217;\u2026 That&#8217;s<span style=\"\">&nbsp; <\/span>when I meet people and they start<span style=\"\">&nbsp;&nbsp; <\/span>asking me questions about stuff in my life that I just<span style=\"\">&nbsp; <\/span>can&#8217;t figure out how they know.. E.g. I had 20 people ask me if I was feeling better..<span style=\"\">&nbsp;&nbsp; <\/span>(how&#8217;d they know I was sick ?) .. or<span style=\"\">&nbsp; <\/span>people asking about my trip.. or about something the kids did .. The first few times it happens I get one of those weird &#8216;twilight zone&#8217; feelings.. . then I realize they&#8217;re picking up pieces of my life through this blog.<span style=\"\">&nbsp; <\/span>My wonderful friend and admin Jleigh actually <span style=\"\">&nbsp;<\/span>read the blog to figure out how much work I can shoulder and adjusts my schedule accordingly.. It took me a long time to catch on how my workload seemed to automatically adjust to my mood (Thank you Jleigh !)<span style=\"\">&nbsp; <\/span>I love that people care to read this.. at the same time,<span style=\"\">&nbsp; <\/span>it&#8217;s a weird skew where folks know all sorts of tiny details of my life.. yet I&#8217;m completely out of touch with their lives.. Maybe everyone should send me a really newsy letter every so often with things that are going on in their lives so I can stay even with <span style=\"\">&nbsp;<\/span>everyone..<span style=\"\"> <br \/><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\">&nbsp;&nbsp; If you are curious, <span style=\"\">between 200 and 500 people read this blog every day.. Tonight is pretty typical with abut 300 hits so far.&nbsp; <\/span><span style=\"\">I noticed last night that I&#8217;d gotten over 40,000 total hits on this blog since I started keeping it..<\/span><span style=\"\">That&#8217;s amazing to me. <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><span style=\"\">&nbsp;&nbsp; <\/span>I&nbsp; get asked very often about why I&#8217;m even doing this blog. I&#8217;ve given this a bunch of thought the last few days\u2026.<span style=\"\">&nbsp; <\/span>as writing is actually something I really don&#8217;t normally enjoy<span style=\"\">&nbsp; <\/span>doing at all. (to be truthful.. I hate it). The best I can say is that it forces a discipline on me to take time at the end of everyday to stitch together what has happened to me over the past day and make sense of it. In the early days after Sam&#8217;s death this was an essential part of my sanity.. everything was so jumbled together that blogging gave em a chance to tease out the meaning in everything that was happening.. Now it&#8217;s more of a healing process.. sort of like knitting.. or knife throwing.. something to unwind with at the end of each <span style=\"\"><\/span>day. <span style=\"\">&nbsp;<\/span>If <span style=\"\">&nbsp;<\/span>I&#8217;m lucky, I can also use it <span style=\"\">&nbsp;<\/span>to <span style=\"\">&nbsp;<\/span>help tease some lesson out of each day.&nbsp; <\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><span style=\"\">&nbsp;&nbsp; <\/span>Ack.. I&#8217;ve just <span style=\"\">&nbsp;<\/span>written about writing.. one of the most lame literary <span style=\"\">&nbsp;<\/span>devices one can use.. Ackkkkk I&#8217;ve just written about writing about writing\u2026 Oh no\u2026 now I&#8217;ve written about writing abut writing about writi\u2026\u2026\u2026..<span style=\"\">&nbsp; <\/span>oh.. Gnite sam !<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><o:p>-jc&nbsp;<\/o:p><\/p>\n<p>  ps. Our friend Karey drew this picture a few years back. She sent it to us becuase it reminded her of Sam and the SamStones.. Thanks Karey&#8230; (did I already post this ?) <\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"width: 479px; height: 676px;\" src=\"http:\/\/i147.photobucket.com\/albums\/r319\/johncohn\/MyArtworkAngelwithBubbles-1.jpg\" border=\"0\" \/> <\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;&nbsp; Short post as it&#8217;s late and I need to get to sleep. Today was a very &#8216;public&#8217; kind of day .I ended up walking around work more often than usual which brought me into contact with many folks I hadn&#8217;t seen in a while\u2026. Likewise the family and I went &nbsp;to a play at &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/2007\/03\/30\/thursday-night-writing-about-writing\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Thursday night &#8211; writing about writing<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1061","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1061","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1061"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1061\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1061"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1061"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1061"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}