when is a blog not a blog?

I've asked this question before but I have a different answer.  I have been busy since I came home preparing reports, writing in my journal, making lists of people to write, and writing them, writing more lists - of groceries, of clothes for Matt to wear, and me, too, - because we're having a Family Reunion this weekend, and my son is moving in with me to be close to the festivities so he has to pack something. None of these things is blog-like, though the typing and organizing is related and some of the information is blog-like.  Not blog, though.

Soon, maybe, I will arrive at a definition of blog and then, maybe, it will be easier to write because I'll know what I'm doing. 

Will I ever?  Know?  What I'm doing?  

This past weekend was very stimulating but also very humbling.  I meet  so many accomplished people and such good writers, it makes me wonder what I'm doing with them.  How did they let me in?  What am I doing here, anyway?  I'm a spear-carrier, is all.

This is definitely not blog material.

'The Book of my Enemy Has Been Remaindered'

The book of my enemy has been remaindered

And I am pleased.

It wasn't Gore Vidal who said that,  it was Clive James (b. 1939) AO CBE, an Australian author, critic, broadcaster, poet, translator and memoirist, best known for his autobiographical series Unreliable Memoirs. So what did Gore Vidal (1925-2012) say?  He also had it in for his peers. "It is not enough to succeed. Others must fail."  and "Every time a friend succeeds, I die a little."

So I'm home now, and all the fiddles are waiting for me.

Anon, anon.