So Much For Promises

Nobody is reading any of this, but if you HAD read my previous post FROM FOUR AND A HALF YEARS AGO you would see that I promised my next post would not be about how I haven't written. 

Uh huh.

Still driving a truck. Finally bought a school bus. I've got an Instagram account for it, @walkingturtlehermitage. Other things going on that I don't care to elaborate on at present, but might in the future.

Instagram and Facebook are not great platforms for essays. IG is really about showing stuff, right? And FB is, well, FB. I have a LOT of time to think about things, especially responses to stuff people say on the other platforms, as well as the various wild ideas I have knocking about in my brain. I need to write this stuff out. I am really, really going to try to do that here, and then put links to THIS page on those platforms.

Who knows? Maybe I'll even get the next thing written before another few years passes by! 

And maybe, JUST MAYBE, someone else will read some of it. Hey, it could happen!

Just a Small Hiatus

My last post was in 2014. Yikes!

Reading back over some of the posts, I am pleased with the things I have been thinking and intending. I am not happy about my general lack of follow-through, however. But there it is; that is my kryptonite. Self-motivation.

I began listening to an audio book version of Robert Kiyosaki's book Rich Dad, Poor Dad, and he mentions that an important step along the way is minding your own business, as in tending to the business that is you and yours. I have always believed that writing is part of what I am to be about, and this blog is one outlet for it, a potentially very public part. (Journaling is another way, but that really goes nowhere. I won't draw the obvious parallel to other things you do by yourself.) So since I have so much time to sit and think (since I am currently still driving a truck), and nobody is monopolizing my writing time and effort, I guess I can choose what to write, when to write, and who to invite to read it. Of course, ANYBODY could just stumble by and read it; that's fine. But whether anybody comes back for more really depends on me. The quality of my writing is important. (OH MY GOODNESS, the lack of quality out there is stunning, and yet people STILL MAKE MONEY!!!) But the frequency and consistency is important, too. You shouldn't have to guess whether I will post more. I should post more, and try to be regular. Therefore, I will try this: I will try to post something at least every week. Sometimes the schedule can get a little wild, and I can't really promise daily posts. Plus, at this point, to overpromise breaks trust. So once a week. More when I can.

And starting with the next post, I will try to make it something other than me looking at me not writing!

Mega Man

I have changed the subtitle above after careful consideration, and consultation with a dictionary. I don't really think I have a (bad) mental illness, but I know I do have a tendency to not only dream, but to typically take each and every dream and turn it up, max it out, take it to the ultimate. This drives my wife nuts, and tends to confuse the children; they constantly think we're going to move (because I'm dreaming of houses), or that I'm going to buy a bus (because I want one, badly), or whatever the squirrels tell me to do next. Solution? BLOG IT!!! By writing it out, rather than speaking it out, I can accomplish (at least) two things: I get it out of my system (for the moment), thus making life less confusing for the fam; and I also exercise my writing skills, something that I constantly yearn for, but typically procrastinate terribly about. I anticipate repeating myself endlessly, revisiting old ideas over and over (and possibly with little-to-no variation), but it is the exercise (exorcise???) that is important. Hey, if you don't want to read it, that's your option! Hear me, squirrels??? (On a related note, the triple punctuation marks are just a bad, squirrel-induced twitch in my hands. Bear with me.)