What a lot of nice birthday wishes for both me and the blog. Thank you, dear readers from me and the blog.
I went back through my archives (don’t worry, you don’t have to) and realized that I post about five or six times a month. How could that be? I feel like I post all the time. (In fact, I do post almost every day up there in the pages, where I go on and on about my efforts to find an agent to sell my book and a journal to take my stories and natter on about how hard it is to find time to write because I’m so busy living life.)
It occurred to me that maybe I’d post more (twelve times a month instead of five or six) if I wrote less. Every blog post I write is a sort of essay. Okay, maybe they’re not essays, maybe they’re just run-on posts. Anyway, would it kill me to try to be more Wittgenstein-like, more aphoristic? But then I’d have to be wittier, and get to the point. I doubt I can do that. But this month, I’m going to give that a try. New year, new things. Short. Sweet.