While catching up on my Reader this morning, I discovered all sorts of bloggers asking me to decide stuff. Is it better to live in chaos or order? Am I a sheep or a wolf? Does God exist or not?
It was a lot to deal with so early on a Monday morning.
The order/chaos thing I have dealt with in earlier blogs. (The “To Do” list I write every day and then promptly ignore is done in a very neat and structured way.) The God question has been dealt with and assiduously avoided too. The sheep/wolf question was new.
Choosing between a life of boredom as part of the herd or one of loneliness and solitude going my own way. It’s true that writing is a solitary activity – as evidenced by the way I snap at my daughters sometimes when they come in and interrupt me. It is also true that a writer who produces content solely to please the herd is probably a hack. On the other hand, the lone wolf is usually not alone by choice.
So in the end, I will do what I usually do – deconstruct the metaphor and then reject the premise of the question. Meanwhile, my “To Do” list has gotten longer and the rest of my life shorter, but at least I am ready to click on “Publish” in stoic and not unhappy expectation of being virtually ignored. That’s something.
And now it’s time for some breakfast with my daughters.