Emerson Ward Mysteries

Blogs: Wasteful use of time to bloviate on self-centered inanity.

Why do we blog? To fulfill some sense of self-importance? Because everyone else is doing it? Fact is, I can't think of much to write about that might be meaningful to others, especially if I avoid the three taboos--politics, religion and sex.

Title first. You can take it however you want--either I'm boring, or the life of a writer is boring.

John Nichols, the author responsible for kindling my interest in writing, told me that readers have this notion that an author writes a book, watches it become a bestseller and retires to a villa in the south of France. Nothing could be further from the truth for most of us.

To dispel that notion, I hope to herein relate my day-to-day activities, proving either that I'm a boring writer or that, indeed, a writer's life, like a cop's, is 98 percent banality and 2 percent sheer terror.

Comments? Bring 'em on.