Here I am at BIPC on a windy Sunday. Cleaning. My boss is coming into town tomorrow, and we should put our best foot forward, eh?

I've been thinking about my writing and my writing style. I put something within my first few entries what my objective were. Unstated perhaps, was to work in honing my writing style -- both content and "voice". Perhaps that lucrative book deal is only a blog entry away?

If there's one theme I agree with about writing, it's to write what you know. In time, the experiences and the thoughts I've had behind them, as journaled out on the blog might become a book. Or a short story. Or a screenplay. (Or extra toilet paper.)

So, since last August when I began Luscious Desert, I've been writing about a middle-aged guy who sometimes has difficulty accepting that he's reached mid-life; who's in an odd sort of a fix with his career; who has -- maybe -- given up on dating; and who is, regardless of anything else, looking for some answers.

Sounds pretty boring, doesn't it?

Or pathetic. Well, it worked for John Updyke and Saul Bellow. Cheever and Vonnegut. Even Doug Coupland.

Here's some self-criticisms, Just Because. My blog isn't consistent -- at least not in the way I suspect blogs are supposed to be. I might write about politics, then about picking someone up, then about religion, then about work. It's not thematically consistent.

I get comments on everything but the sex stuff; although I get a lot more "hits" when I write about sex. (Sex sells.) One thing I have tried to do with the sex entries, is to tie it into something else: A motivation, a viewpoint, an outlook. My creative writing professor in Colorado taught Don't tell... show (And I used to joke with her, Don't tell...ask, hyuck hyuck!)

So for example, and perhaps not so successfully, some of my sex entries have tied in with drug use or the freedom of expression or selfishness. (link backs to be added here soon)

Although who knows how it might play out and it may still be a little too close, I would hope that I can even relate my recent entries about the job to something bigger. Certainly I've been thinking a lot about the nature of freedom and what that means in our country -- i.e., how free are we if we're chained to a desk?

A few souls leave comments, but more of you like to send me e-mails. And that's fine, too.