On writing the wrong thing

So, there's marking to be done - obviously; and I am in the midst of the longest period of inacativity on my Joss Whedon book; there'a an article on Lyotard to be researched and written; just heard that David Lavery's http://davidlavery.net/ Finale book is a go, so there'll be that too, as well as the Firefly article for Rhonda Wilcox http://www.slayageonline.com/EBS/buffy_studies/scholars_critics/t-z/wilcox.htm; and then the small matter of my paper with the astonishing Nikki Stafford http://nikkistafford.blogspot.com/ at the forthcoming Whedon conference http://slayageonline.com/SC4/SC4_Program.htm.

And I'm starting a blog instead...

Some may call it displacement activity; others may not give a hoot. I'm not sure where I stand on that one. But at least it gets me writing and makes my inactivity a public shame, thus forcing me to get my middle-aged over-sized backside in gear.

Although public shame with no public is either not shame, or is a version of self-induced self-loathing of such theologically complex structure that I cannot quite comprehend. So, no readers will lead to no shame? Or worse shame - the shame of not writing the right thing AND the shame of the wrong thing not being read. No-one told me this blogging lark was so vertiginous.

Here's hoping for some answers. or at least some questions. Or something.