When I started Picyaune 4.0 back in July of 2005, the goal was to continue the magazine-letter-like style with the rapidity of a blog page since using straight HTML pages in version 3.0 (from 1998-2005) was too slow. I was behind the curve obviously, the Weblog craze had started much earlier in the 21st century but I avoided that route due to the confessional, whiney, axe-grinding, diary-ish nature of most people’s blogs. Sure I’ve stumbled here and there with some cheap shots at the Republicans (they’ve made it pretty easy for the last eight years) and some mistakes (I think I fess up to them). Hopefully, you’ve enjoyed it…from the silence or lack of comments, I will have to take it as a “yes.”
Lately, I haven’t been writing or posting much and I feel that I owe you all an explanation. Back in July, I had a pretty ugly, crippling anxiety-depression attack. It was almost as bad as the one I had after the election in 2004. Not exactly a proud moment in my life nor do I want to dwell on it as if I were writing my own (fake or not) confessional version of A Million Little Pieces. I just wanted to let everyone know I’m doing better, I found a doctor a while back and started some treatment to keep the worrying down. This guy specializes in people in my line of work too. Later on I will be getting back with the other person who helped pull me through in 2004-5, she’s awesome. It’s going to be OK. Somara has (and still is) been very supportive. One of her jobs is to make sure I get off my behind to follow through on the matters I need to tackle, namely some tests the doctor wants me to finish.
Thanks again for your support over the years. I think I will keep Picayune in low gear until I am seriously motivated and not compelled to write. It isn’t much fun when it feels like an obligation or part-time job. A ton of good historical stories are probably going to slip through, they’ll get another shot in five years should I still be doing this. Feh, why use all the A-list stuff right away I guess.
Trust me, the situation was never anything on par with Owen Wilson yet somedays it felt as scary.