On blogging
I'm of the arrogant but insecure variety, a common affliction among journalists. Am I going to run out of ideas? Write endlessly about my poor sleep, my splitting headache and my striped PJs?
Like every other pontificating scribbler, I repeat to all comers that they must write, write, write. Then I avoid it myself. Write, dammit. Writing forces me to think.
I ask readers to forgive this narcissistic post: it's the first test for the Review category.