There has been a bunch of incomprehensible gibberish on the site for the last 24 hours or so. A crude draft, bordering on word salad not fit for prime time.
In my over-caffeinated state, I must have hit the “publish” button by mistake. So lest there be any rumors, let me be clear: I have not taken complete leave of my senses. If you read that post, it would be understandable if you had concluded otherwise.
The week after vacation is always a killer.
Last evening, though, was exhilarating. I talk about 90.9’s first “eat-up” Tweet-Up over at the Public Radio Kitchen, which increasingly occupies my time these days—hence the egregiously spotty updates in this space.
Honestly, though, my carelessness is likely indicative of the rut of sorts I find myself mired in. This site fast approaches the end of its first year, and what began as an experiment in transparency offering a peek behind the studio glass has become a little more laborious these days as I try to plumb insights and observations from topics nearing exhaustion.
So I am hanging out the shingle and asking for help. If you’d like to be a guest blogger, well, you know how to find me. I’m also planning a recruitment drive. Expect more fresh voices like Lexy in the coming weeks.
And, of course, I am always open to your ideas regarding how to spice things up.