It's been a good while since I've waxed rhapsodic about my blog and the joy I receive writing it.
So, I'll offer a few words to remind you of the only "full-time job" I have. It is High Plains Blogger.
First, a couple of acknowledgements are in order.
One is that my blog traffic has slipped a bit from the high-water mark I experienced in 2019. I don't know why that's the case. It might have something to do with the topics I choose for commentary. Maybe readers of this blog are getting bored with me. I regret that terribly if that is so. I will work diligently moving ahead to make the blog more interesting.
I named this blog to remind readers from where I wrote it. We were living on the High Plains of Texas when I started this blog back in 2009. And, yes, it's a bit of a tribute to one of my favorite film artists, Clint Eastwood, who starred in those "spaghetti westerns," one of which was called "High Plains Drifter." I decided to keep the title after we moved from the High Plains to the Metroplex. Why? Because the blog had developed a "brand" that is recognizable. Why trifle with what folks know, right?
Another aspect I need to acknowledge is that I am not contributing the volume of work to the blog as I did before. I have been kinda busy, working as a freelance reporter for the Farmersville Times, a weekly in Collin County, and for KETR-FM, the public radio station associated with Texas A&M University-Commerce. My third gig just dropped out of the sky only recently; I am working a temporary job as an editorial writer for the Dallas Morning News. All of this takes time away from writing for the blog.
I have enjoyed my post-full-time journalism journey immensely. I no longer am fully retired. I cannot declare myself to be "retired." I pretty much come and go as I please ... most of the time. It surely beats working full time for a living.
I will continue with the blog for as long as I am able. To those who enjoy the blog and support its political leanings, I trust that is good news. To those who grind their teeth when they read my musings, well ... too bad. Live with it.
Let's enjoy the ride.
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