"Blogging is the death of books," said Editor Lady to me today.

(I won't get into the fact that she mentioned this to me after reading my book proposal).

While I understand what she meant, I say, rather, that blogging is the death of blogging. It seems to be the art form for the totally undisciplined and lazy...or maybe that's just me.

Even if I didn't blog, my ideas would still burst forth in a spastic-old-water-hose-with-holes-all-over kind of way, like the one in front of my building (I'm sure there's tons of sexual innuendo I could mine if I had more inclination..). Linear thinking is for people who don't read their Cosmo horoscopes or value the power of making a wish when the clock says 11:11 (you've got two chances a day).

My excuse was always that blogging was at least a form of "writing," but maybe that's starting to wear thin....God, I hope I write a book soon.

Just for today, I can continue writing my blog.