Is it possible the Watchdog has absolutely nothing worthwhile to write about this weekend? Well, for me that is apparently the case, because here it is Sunday, and I couldn’t think of one thing to write about. Typically, I will decide the posting topic by Tuesday, write the draft on Thursday, edit it on Friday and publish it Saturday.
I began to question myself. Am I losing my edge? After 11 years of writing, have I lost my interest? Is the Naperville city council that boring, that nothing of consequence has occurred recently, or have all nine council members finally put their act together? I’m looking at my keyboard, and nothing is happening. As a writer, am I going to get fired? Wait, that can’t happen. Beads of sweat are running down my forehead. Should I plagiarize something? No, I can’t do that; Biden did that and got caught. But then he became President. It worked for him, why not have it work for me. However, now they want to tar and feather him and run him out of town on a rail, so I’d better play it straight.
There was a time not that long ago, that I would have so many topics to choose from, I would write about all of them, and line them up like airplanes on a runway, eagerly waiting to publish them. Watchdog would publish twice weekly, just to keep up with the characters on the council. The current council is more homogeneous, more vanilla-like, to the point of being boring.
I can’t blame my lack of literary creativity with the council, so I won’t do that, however it would be helpful if somebody on the council would do or say something outrageous, like the good old days. Where is Furstenau when you need him, or the likes of Fiesler, Wehrli, Brodhead, Krause, Boyajian, Krummen and Kenn (the second ‘n’ is silent) Miller.