BRAINPAN LEAKAGE

With a title like that to start this off I can imagine you might be thinking, “Oh no, not another End Of Days blog. Has Sellars bought into the whole end of the world prophecy nonsense all because of a earthquake?”

Come on… You know me better than that.

However, could we be talking about the end of something else? Because of the changes in tech, newspapers are folding everywhere, and I don’t mean just so they can be laid upon a table. Columnists are penning their farewell letters for page 7D – or 2A, 6F, ad nauseum – as they retire, or go in search of different outlets for their creativity. In some cases though I have to wonder if it is more that they have just run out of things to say.

I’ve been blogging, twice weekly, here on Brainpan Leakage for several years now. It began sporadically, often times just being announcements about where I would be on book tours or something of that sort. Then it grew into a public debriefing about the places I’d been on said travels. Before long it turned into a regular “column,” so to speak. A venting of my woes, a story from my past, a story from my future – those were always the hardest to write. And yes, an occasional blip about where I would be, where I had been, or special sale on books about which I had been made aware.

But now, sitting here this morning, I have to wonder… Is this the end? Blogging takes work. It takes energy. It takes time. Over the years I cannot say that I have been able to measure any appreciable gain in book sales because of my blogging, so what does it get me? I haven’t received any awards (the kind with cash prizes attached, I mean). No movie deals… No television deals… Not even a bag of Cheezy Poofs or Snacky Cakes…

Moreover, sex certainly has not been any better because of it (of course, that’s a whole ‘nother blog, and by that, I don’t mean blog entry, I mean whole ‘nother blog and it would definitely be NSFW, but I digress…)

So with all of that in mind, why go on? Perhaps it is time time to plug the leak and skulk back off into the sunset… Maybe, just maybe, I’ve said all I’ve had to say. Perhaps there’s nothing left in my noggin’ that is funny, poignant, or even blog worthy.

Or… I suppose it could just be that I have a really wicked sinus headache this morning…

More to come…

Murv

On this day (February 20) in 1962,  John Glenn became the fifth human being to go into space, and the first American to orbit the earth. The journey, lasting 4 hours, 55 minutes, and 23 seconds was accomplished aboard a Mercury space capsule that had been shot upward into the heavens atop an Atlas 6 rocket. The capsule was dubbed Friendship 7.

I have a model of it. Two, in fact.

Why?

Because I almost ended up being named John Glenn Sellars.

Why?

Because right about the time Glenn was making history, I was coming into the world.

Yes. Today is my 49th birthday, so I am taking the day off from blogging (Unless I get a wild hair. You just never know…)

At any rate, if you REALLY want to get me something, here’s what you can do: Call 10 of your friends and convince them to buy at least one copy each of my books. Paperback, e-book, I don’t care. And if you don’t own my books already,  shame on you. You need to go buy them for yourself as well. Tell your friends that they also need to call 10 of their friends and do the same thing – including telling them to call 10 of their friends, and so on…

Maybe that sounds selfish and mercenary of me, but hey, it’s my birthday. Give me a break.

More to come…

Murv