Monday, April 16, 2007

Out of Commission

Sorry, as you can see, I've been out of commission for a week. I spent a few days in the hospital unexpectedly. And while I'm on the mend, it'll take some time to catch up with my blogging. Hope to talk to you soon. Meanwhile, I'm glad to see that the conversation has continued a little in my abscence.

10 Comments:

At 2:08 PM, Blogger Jill said...

Get well soon, John. So sorry. :(

 
At 7:22 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hope you're well, John. And back in commission soon.

 
At 8:44 PM, Blogger George Nemeth said...

indeed, be well.

 
At 10:38 PM, Blogger John Ettorre said...

Thanks, guys. Kind of you all to drop by.

 
At 9:54 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

well, what the hell happened?

 
At 11:19 AM, Blogger John Ettorre said...

Oh, so you want the gory details of my medical condition? Not sure it's terribly germane here, other than to say that I'm nearly 100% better. If you must know, it was an infection possibly tied to my kidneys. Don't you feel better now, oddjobs, being armed with that knowledge?

 
At 11:53 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Mr./Ms. oddjobs apparently is appropriately monikered, but he/she does have a point. to borrow from the aforementioned's appellation, it is a bit 'odd' for a journalist-type to report "out of commission" and "hospitalized" but offer no details. Not that it's anyone's business, of course, but still, curious...

 
At 12:25 PM, Blogger John Ettorre said...

Okay, anon, you convinced me. The people have spoken. My only defense is that this venue is an odd amalgamation of things and intentions. I try to make this little bit of real estate not simply my personal notebook, where I talk about my life and work only. That would I think limit both my interest in writing it and readers' interest in reading it.

When I do talk about my personal life, I have a writerly tendency to try to connect that to some larger, more universal theme, rather than simply assuming that readers want to know more about me.

The truth, I suppose, is that the writing instinct is a blend of urges to both illustrate and obscure the details of one's life. You're right--if I were only a journalist, that mix may be easier to untangle. But I'm afraid I'm stuck with the broader self-identity of writer, with all the competing compulsions that entails.

Mostly, I just feel honored to have you as a reader.

 
At 11:49 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Are you still quarantined? mfh

 
At 3:36 PM, Blogger John Ettorre said...

No, I'm now allowed to come out and play.

 

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