About six or seven years ago, I was asked to write a regular religion column for the local newspaper. It got me great local “exposure” and they didn’t care what I wrote as long as it was “religious.” The bad side of it was they didn’t pay me anything, and in the end, wouldn’t even give me a free subscription.

But addicted as I was to writing and exposure, I continued writing the column every other week for about 18 months. I got a lot of comments from people in the community who read something I wrote, most of them positive, sometimes with a correction (“Don’t you know there are 32 teams in the NFL? Not 28!”) And once when I wrote about the Antichrist I got a rise out of some of my Adventist colleagues, which is always fun.

After 18 months, I was not only disgruntled about the fact that they wouldn’t even give me a complementary subscription, I was running out of things to say. I remember at one point writing about how I hate traffic in Miami, and how I especially hate people who don’t use turn signals when they turn. The trick was always turning it around so that the end message was somehow “religious.”

I got as a creative as I could, but finally I quit. When they asked me why, I told them that I had simply run out of ideas.

Fast forward to present date. I have committed to being faithful to my blog. I started off waxing educational about the nuances of writing, sharing stuff I wrote, and trying to be exceptionally funny. Now I am down to scratching my head, adjusting my chair and writing the first thing that comes to mind. I don’t know if anyone like what I read. But I do know that I need to write something. At least you have an idea what I am doing these days. Wading through drivel to find something profound to share….

Yesterday I put my magazine to bed. I am hoping that will signal a more significant commitment to my writing projects. That may happen as soon as Monday. Or even today. When that happens, perhaps I will have more to share.

Right now I feel like, as I told a student many years ago when describing their article, “vacuous noise.”

One thought on “Drivel

  1. Complimentary, complementary, contemporary, contemporaneous, critical, critique, crimp, cutoff….stop! Oh well, at least one person reads your stuff

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