I think I said something about updating more often a while back, didn’t I? See, the thing is, I think about writing every day. When it comes down to it, though, there’s really nothing I want to write about. Music is dire – a point which I’ve pretty well beaten into the ground by now. I don’t do politics well. I can’t remember the last novel I read. My personal life is of no interest to anyone other than Science Girl or myself, and we already know what’s going on. We have been doing a lot of hiking lately; I suppose I could write about that, but the few people who bother to check in here with any sort of regularity don’t live anywhere near Washington, for the most part, so I don’t know how much use that would be.
All of which is to say that I am at loose ends with regards to The Big Green House. I don’t necessarily want to hang it up. Certainly not to the point of taking it off-line, anyway. I suspect that at some point I’ll want to pick it back up again – maybe tomorrow, maybe next week, or maybe a long, long time from now. I just don’t have any plans, of any sort, at the moment. I would like to be writing, but I’m not gonna just jabber on for the sake of it.
I have arrived at the same place with my blog. Music as I knew it is over and while I don't mourn for such a greedy corporate structure I guess I do mourn for my youth a bit. So I'm having a hard time posting about music also. I don't go hiking, but I do ride my road bicycle about 100-120 miles a week and I doubt most people would be very much interested. I read books about cooking these days....what is a novel? Hopefully the muse will strike you again as I enjoy your posts.
Posted by: wally bangs | September 08, 2007 at 02:06 PM