Mooreover / Blog

So this post might be vague to protect the innocent - which are my thoughts and as of now undisclosed information. Information that will see the light of day with any luck.

I’m sitting at “The Cow” by myself, taking some time reading through my writing journal and thinking about the future. The last entry in my writing journal was made July 1st, 2001, and on that page I wrote down an idea that I think demands further exploration. Over the next six months it’s an idea that I hope to pursue ardently. Pursuing this idea might mean that the blog might suffer. There are only so many hours in a day, and I have a hard enough time making time once a week to log-in and try to say something revelatory. The inverse could also be true - tapping the cathartic might mean that I’ll only become post-happy.

I wrote in my writing journal today. I apologized to myself for the lapse in visitations, and then turned seven blank pages past my last post and started writing - one blank page for each year.

Work is keeping me busy. My daughter and sunny days keeps me busy, but in the most satisfying way. Keeping a daughter entertained will probably keep my young longer, forcing me out of doors and into natural avenues of exploration.