So, after being taken to task (kindly) by a friend for my lack of blogging, I’ve been thinking about why I began blogging and why it’s petered off.

While I’d been posting rants and site updates on a semi-regular basis, I began blogging in a conscious manner the day on 9/11. Suddenly, I felt I had something to say.

I have a a habit of going though multi-year cycles - first expressing myself visually and then then expressing myself via the written word. 2001 though 2003 was absolutely the high end of my last “written” phase. (The one before that ran roughly from 1993-1998). Since then I’ve been heading more and more towards the visual, to the point where I’m trying to make a serious go at being a pro artist.

These days, when I stare at the keyboard, I can think of nothing to write except repetitive, bitchy complaints about my day job, or repetitive, bitchy complaints about the state of politics. Maybe I just don’t have the same fire in my belly that I had five years ago, but I don’t want to rehash the same old stuff. If I’m going to write about something, I want it to be something I’d actually want to read.

Now I do have a number of “in progress” paintings, illustrations, and photos that will eventually see the light of day out here, but until they are actually *finished*, I won’t be posting them. (Feels too much like walking out of the house half naked.)