Blogging again, maybe.

Actually, who knows.  It’s been over seven months since I’ve blogged on this blog.  I was in a different place with my project when I wrote the post below.

I don’t think I want to write exclusively or a lot about my project here.  I’m the kind of writer that needs to do a lot of shitty writing and, honestly, shitty thinking, a long and laborious process that I don’t necessarily want to make public.

But, this morning, and for the past few days, I’ve felt the blogging bug a little bit.  Probably because I’ve been reading blogs for hours a day, working on my chapter.  I’m going through a year of posts on three different autism blogs, coding discourse in a way that I hope will show how blogs afford several kinds of rhetorical agency.

Anyway, I’ve had the urge to blog several times recently about different things, so why not officially open the door again.  More to come soon, I hope.

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Now, sitting in Starbuck’s, I’m having moment of nostalgia (and envy) as I see the person across the room reading Walker Percy’s The Moviegoer.  The Moviegoer was the first of many Walker Percy novels I read.  Walker Percy’s novels and essays have influenced me probably more than any other writer, but it’s been awhile since I thought about him.  Seeing the cover of his first novel, just now, was a breath of fresh air.