It occurs to me that this blogging should really be a much more quotidian activity. Not strictly so, of course: I don’t think the world is bettered by the expression of daily thoughts merely because they are daily, expressed with regularity at the expense of clarity, relevance, or style. I don’t want to push myself to churn something out every single day if the result is going to merely be a regular dose of pap. If I am going to write — and publish — then it should be something I am pleased to put my name after. And more importantly, it should be something that doesn’t waste the time of those who read these words.
So after a promising start it has ended up being a lazy summer for my fingers. Don’t give up on me; I have a lot to prove, to myself, my loved ones, and the world. More words will come, and I do not think they will be wasted. Perhaps they may even be worth the wait.
