there once was this thing called a blog I used to tend to...
Okay so I've been fairly well neglecting this baby for a while. It didn't happen conciously but is really an after effect of the ride my life has become in the last few months. It's likely to be a bit more of that too in the forseeable future.
It has, I think to do with the quiet and to the point way in which I live; and my tendancies to be an idea person. You see when those are the ways you do things you have so much to say and think about that you could fill blogs and books.
But now I've invited the red tape world and gremlin filled layers of existance to it all. Where I depend on others and have others depending on me. Emergencies and events happen all around and none of it is anything really worthy of note or inspirations.
It's almost like inspiration is being bled to death by a billion and one papercuts of minutia from life.
Bleeding away the minutes of my days so that they are spent in the manifestation of nothingness. It's sloppy, it needs streamlining.
I'll have to see what I can do about this.
Take care of yourselves,
Rovingjack
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