More accurately, I can't believe I've had four things to say, repeated an average of 100 times. They are these:
- Open-water swimming
- The San Francisco Giants
- Pontification on vital matters about which I know not very much
That's not how I planned it. This was supposed to be a blog about my illustrations, but two things happened:
- I couldn't shut up
- I've seen other illustrators' illustrator blogs and, though I like the art, I wanted more than "Here's a picture I drew."
Each of these shawn, DRAWN®™ posts, by rule, must accompany an illustration, primarily mine, which has forced me to cobble art fast. But pictures have taken a backseat to words.
Some weeks I've had nothing to say — but that hasn't prevented me from saying so anyway. Thank you especially for reading those.
Four-hundred posts have generated another 10 percent — 40 posts — in draft form. Some, you'll be happy to know, will remain in draft until I finally click "delete." They comprise:
- Malformed Giants posts in which I thought the Giants were going to fail spectacularly and they turned it around, and vice versa. I'm the fickliest of fickle feckless fans.
- A post in which a client — actually, the child of a client — asked through channels to have me remove the post, however laudatory, because it mentioned the client's CEO's name. As if he was Yahweh or Voldemort or something. I wrote a post about how I didn't get that at all.
- Anniversaries that coincide with editorial cartoons I drew at the time. They are at once interesting and depressing, because they remind me of a door I shut on myself 25 years ago. I have one half-done post about Manuel Noriega as he was ousted as dictator of Panama. But that notable anniversary has passed, and who cares about/remembers Manuel Noriega?
- A "Where Are They Now?" post of people I knew in childhood, which I quickly realized would be a horrible violation of people's privacy, and I've already mentioned people's names — in the best light — without formally asking permission. Besides, what a lot of work that would be. I was motivated by the fact that you and I can find people long lost to us through the miracle and treachery of social media.
- Various posts about news events in which my knowledge was poorer than usual.
- Posts that won't see daylight because I realized they weren't my stories to tell — including one in which I praised highly someone I have known and work with, who politely insisted I do not publish it.
- A post about our dog
- Swims and swimmers I know
- An ode to my Lake Natoma, presented in a novel way
- A rant from long ago about the insanity of promoting one's freelance work online
- Good and bad logos I come across