Sorry I've played hooky from blogging

I'm sorry I've played hooky from blogging, as it seems to have been a crazy, mixed up week to where I didn't post anything on my own blog. Someone actually asked what happened to me, somewhat worried. Well, life happened. You almost wish it had been the flu (which people seem to be getting around me left and right).

Seems like in this blog/Facebook/Twitter/Web site/e-mail/cell phone world of ours, we are demanded to communicate in five different directions at once. There were reports of President Obama's speech to the Congress being a focal point among members of Congress, who eagerly spent part of the time in the chamber Twittering others on their whereabouts, obviously to score points. (In the old days they only lined the aisle to be seen with the president. Now they can just sit in their seats and tell constituents by cell phone what the constituents can clearly see on TV.)

I guess as I try to sort out some things in my life -- and, no, it ain't all sorted out in my mind to yet -- I just didn't make time for some things. I also ignored by Bible study. I've missed that, too. However, until I see enough advertising for the radio show or income from other freelance work or **something** that can look truthfully long-term, then I will relax. I was happy with one job, one steady paycheck, health insurance, the whole ball of wax. Well, that has ended, at least for now. I'm either out of my comfort zone or out of my mind. Thankfully, I'm not out of money, as I am getting some of that, but changing the course of one's life after 27 years is not easy. It is especially difficult when you are changing course and the ocean that you were used to sailing is drying up around you, as evidenced by the sad collapse of the newspaper in Denver. We may see some big and small names vanish or shrink to yet. Reporter jobs are hard to come by in newspapers, and I am concerned the newspapers may be just as hard to come by in days down the road.

In my case, that means you try radio, which means you try selling ads for your own radio show, too. Most have been receptive to what I said, although the old days of making up your mind are gone. Now they have committees to go through. I've been referred to so many committees recently I feel like a constitution convention bill in the Alabama Legislature, passed on to be passed on until I pass on myself. I'm told I have a good product and to be patient on the economy. And every day I watch the stocks drop another 100 points. It's like betting on the Detroit Lions to win the Super Bowl by five touchdowns.

Then, there is freelancing. You write to magazines and you never hear back. You bid for work on Web sites like Elance, and a dozen people have already bid for projects...and some greedy person has underbid $100 and $200 offers with a $50 offer.

Oh, my. Selling cars sounds better, except that's not so hot these days. It's tough all around. I ordered pizza the other day, and the guy who brought it looked older than I was.

Anyway, I'll try to be a good boy and get back to blogging more in the next few days. I still won't be making any more money, but at least I know you're paying attention. Unless you're Twittering someone that you're reading my blog.