All Those Posts … And No Novel

Just think.

500 posts in three years.

I could have written a novel

or short story collection

or that non-fiction book I was always going to write

about the life and death

of board games

or as my grandkids call them

‘bored games’.

Did I choose the form or did the form choose me?

I could be hard on myself

for lacking focus, not chaining myself to my chair.

I would like to be a great writer like David Foster Wallace

but I don’t have the constitution for it.

Besides I don’t look good in a bandana.

A Children’s Picture Story Book

that’s what I’ve always wanted to do.

I’m a lover of the short form.

Posts.
They’re my thing.

Unwrapping them each morning. People unwrapping mine.

There is joy there.

Meaning.

And who is to say one form is superior to another?

*what do you think?

26 thoughts on “All Those Posts … And No Novel

  1. I like you in this form, John. Nevertheless, have you considered a compilation volume – of some of your 500 blog posts?

    And, CONGRATULATIONS! That is quite a milestone. Nothing at which to be sneezed. 😀

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    • actually in a way I have: my chapbook ‘Hope is the Helium’ is a compilation of common-themed poems from my tow blogs and I have a compilation of my covid poems before the same publisher but we’ll see 🙂
      thanks for the suggestion; there’s a lot on non-poems so I will give it some thought 🙂

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  2. sorry about that; if I feel a post is not working — and I give it a very short time to prove its worth — I ‘ditch’ it: ruthless, I know, but if I feel something is not quite right …. I do it less than I used to though 🙂

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  3. There’s lots of glee for me each time I unwrap one of your posts. Don’t feel there’s a way to measure each of the forms you mentioned. Not like our writing’s worth is all in weight. Just more a currency of joy. Both given and received.

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