about that blog I apparently have…

I realize that I’ve been blogging less and less. I think part of the problem has been the pace of life. When I was at school, I had a lot of down time, time to just sort of sit and think about stuff. The collegiate environment was a good petri dish for the sorts of introspective, poetical thoughts that I tried to put up here.

For reasons not entirely clear to me, that sort of introspection has seemed to stop since I’ve graduated. No, not stop. Just, I don’t know. Shifted. I’ve been twittering a bit more. My days are full of work and any sort of fun reading/writing/gaming/friends-out-with-hanging that I can do. In college, all of that was rolled together into the burrito of my day–now I actually find myself trying hard to make time to do those things. It’s a weird transition.

I’m not getting rid of this blog–no, not in the foreseeable future. But I think it’s purpose and content may see a change. I’ve been thinking of a few things that I could do to get me back on something of an academic wavelength (video posts about fiction writing, more disciplined writing, sending manuscripts out, trying to read more poetry). But I think I need to find a venue to do some thinking about things I see/do/think about on a given day. Because it’s so much easier just to not to, to just let it slide around in my head for awhile and fall out along the way. And I really don’t want that to happen, because then it’s just a wasted thought. And I’ve found that it’s often the thoughts we think insignificant that end up being perhaps the most important.

Now, to bed. Because, you know, some of us have work in the morning.