Writ­ing to write.

That’s the point of this blog isn’t it. Get­ting me back in shape to write the great Amer­i­can novel? At least to the point that I can fin­ish a novel dur­ing national novel writ­ing month this year.

But yet this blog has become more then that. It has become and exten­sion of myself and my online pres­ence. I’ve slowly aggre­gated every­thing I can find and use online to this cen­tral loca­tion. This site is pretty much the sum of my dig­i­tal exis­tence these days.

Sure there are some forums some places that I post to — most notably the Star Wars Galax­ies forums. But even those start to wane. Lack of time, but not inter­est keeps me from it. I’ve been busy out­side of work with the idea of my own busi­ness and the work it would take to get that off of the ground.

I’ve done my best to get things done around the house, and I can say I’ve kept it much tidier then I have in the past — though that can be because I’ve stuck my face into the com­puter much more often then I should.

I’m not even sure I’m writ­ing this other then it’s a train of thought kind of thing. The thing that dri­ves you utterly mad if you don’t fin­ish. The irre­sistible urge to write some­times over­comes me and while some­times I have top­ics I can ful­fill — the ones that are slowly brood­ing in my head are not yet ripe enough to come to fruition to be plucked down onto the keyboard.

I can say I have man­aged to main­tain this blog a lot bet­ter in the last few months. Most of this has come from me being able to aggre­gate all my data here — but I’ve already men­tioned that and your bored already.

Well before I put asleep I am sign­ing off. I’m watch­ing Steve Martin’s Movie Shop­girl. Talk to you later.

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