Teamwork

He has a vision, she has a deadline. That's what I'm talking about. Fruition.

Not even 24 hours into this enterprise and I'm dead on my feet. This is exhausting work, producing scintillating copy for a demanding audience. You expect the very best and I respect that but look, let's face it, I'm running out of awesome. I have a vision, true, but I need your help to make me look good, no matter how humiliating it may be for me to admit it.

However, it is painfully obvious that a vision is nothing but a dream, without a solid plan to bring it fruitionward.  So let's get down to it.

I see shimmering before my eyes, like so much smoke reflected in a hall of mirrors, the vision of a place—far from the maddening crowd, a place of calm and repose, a place where we can get together on weekends, kick back with some moonshine in a Mason jar and a line in the crick. Our own little cabin in the woods, if you will.

Or, for you upscale Pacific Coasters who shrink back in horror at the idea of an Appalachian weekend, think of it as our fashionably dilapidated beach house, where we can wriggle our toes in the sand as we sip frosty margaritas fresh from the blender and our horses graze on sea grass in the dunes and an obscure yet promising 90's grunge revivalist band plays softly in the adjacent garage. Something like that, maybe.

OK, so there's the vision part, now the plan. This is where you will gape in awe at my brilliance: We'll make this a team effort. Now, I realize that some of you have just recoiled at the word effort, but that can't be helped, I'm giving it to you plain. You'll be pulling most of the weight around here, so you may as well just suck it up and comply, it will go much easier for you than if you struggle.

I figger I can deal out co-blogger status to whomever is up to the task. No quotas, no constraints, no direction, and the result will be a marvelous amalgam of fresh ideas, points of view, flotsam, jetsam and trivia. You're free to blog about whatever you chose. Post selfies in full apiary gear, write foodie columns and recipes, post in depth analysis of US Foreign policy, controversies involving Czech accordionists, or just links to disturbing YouTube videos, what do I care? Just produce. Fill up the pages. Churn it out. It doesn't really matter, since it will all be fodder for the comment section, anyway.

If you think you have what it takes to be a PIT Head team blogger, just PM me over on Ricochet (so I'll know it's really you and not a Nigerian prince trying to weasel in on our little goldmine here), with your gmail address—since this is on Blogger, I'm pretty sure you need a Google account to be able do this—and I'll add you to the list of official gen-u-wine PIT Head blog team. Together, we can do this!