Reincarnation

He looked at the old blog posts and wondered what he was thinking. They rambled, flailing with words, only interesting to the author himself. A post about bug guts cemented to car windshields. One ranting on the utter unreliability of alarm clocks. There were three hundred posts and a few comments--half of them spam--on several of them. They had lost their appeal. One by one, he clicked the delete button on each post, eradicating their existence from the web at large, until the blog was but an empty shell.

The plan for the replacement blog was for it to be an exercise in writing, to get the creative juices flowing. It needed a new URL though, a new name. It should be witty. It should be eye-catching. It should appeal. It should become so popular that he could start getting ad revenue and retire. Maybe something with an animal. The Sleepy Cow? No. The Extemporaneous Soapbox? Too long. In the end, he gave up. He was lazy. The blog was all about writing, which generally involves a writing implement. So, The Lazy Pen was ready for its emergence into cyberspace. He quickly typed out the inaugural post without proofreading it, hoping that with some resolve, there would be more to follow.