I was recently watching Stephen Fry talk about language. In the beginning there was the word. All of society as we know it, was built on language.
And yet as writers, we often struggle. I created this blog as a means to express myself, and it has slowly fallen fallow. It reminds me of friend Mike Prosceno’s blog: Focussed: Elsewhere “This blog is on hiatus until I can figure out what to do with it next.”
And yet I feel a pressure to continue to write on this blog, to continue to express myself in some arbitrary way. As such, it has became a dumping ground for stuff that didn’t have a proper home. I have ranted, opined, waxed and blubbered about People, Process, Technology, but mostly about stuff.
And lately, nothing. Why? Because the pressure to write, without having either a purpose or a deadline, leaves my mind as colorful as a Rausch Painting.
Has this blog served its purpose, served its time? Should I mark a sign on the front:
Or should I relax, recycle, revitalize? Make a New Years Resolution to write something every day. Let me know. The future of this blog lies in your hands.
P.S. The title of this blog has what’s called an Oxford Comma. Though the title would have worked both ways.