May 7

I find most often that this blog is an escape from real work, an illusion of productivity through which I can make things that are useful, while not actually challenging myself. Which is a little unfortunate, because not only is this something that should get done, but it's often as important as the other things.  But the way that it comes so easily, so readily that it doesn't even feel like work, comforts me.  This sort of writing is what I want to pursue in the future.  I have no idea how.  But I do know, with some certainty, that writing stream-of-consciousness comes naturally to me.  Which makes sense, because that's the point.  But more importantly, I've been told I do it well.  Between the run-on sentences and rambling nature of my writing, I can make a reader stick around sometimes.  And I had a lot of fun doing that on the Travels blog.  I hope to do more of those, in the new season. Or maybe even in the off-season, just for kicks.  Who knows.

I do have an issue with not picking a direction.  As you can see, that paragraph ended on a completely different note than it began on.  I have no idea whether that's okay or not. And that sort of thing is what I feel I'm lacking.  I've never received a paper with red ink telling me to change the way I write.  Which is good and bad.  I'm already off the direction here, and that transition was awkward. I suppose that's what editing is for. But this is stream-of-consciousness writing! We do what we want here!

I don't know what else to write here! This post might be done. I might be done.  I'm sure tired.  Which sucks, because I've been sleeping well!  Maybe that's what I'll write about tomorrow.