My Excuse

Like most things in life, writing this blog started out with the best intentions. I promised myself I would write everyday and that this would be my regular "notes to self" And here I am many months later and the blogs are getting fewer and fewer. The lack of regularity has a lot to do with how busy I am in daily life but there's also the reluctance to share my innermost thoughts and ideas on a public level. It's not because I care what people think because I never really have. I think its because writing about myself and my thoughts is a lot more work than it seems. It requires a need to dig for thoughts and ideas and then fashion them into some semblance of a story that migth interest an objective observer. The point of this long winded thought is, that I'm beginning to discover that being an artist, a writer has a bizarre dichotomy: It takes a lot of alone time and self exploration to gather my thoughts but yet I must be the third party and speak to many people with my writing. Fasinating.