Hello WordPress editor, has it really been 24 days since cracking you open here at el cogdogblog dot com? Indeed yes.
With the world ongoing plodding into now a regular incertitude I have found myself stuck on several fronts, the daily photo habot has sputtered into a bi-weekly catch-up. So what else is there to blog about beyond the old saw of blogging about blogging (or the equivalent of blogging about not blogging).
What sometimes worked in the past was to start writing without a plan in mind. That’s also maybe like just putting the car into drive and let it lurch where it wants to go.
Just sticking a post in the ground here to say, it’s still my home. I am weighing the value of where I invest other energies. Is it time to hang up the tweeting shoes and take up the tooting ones?
Get back to the blog, says the imaginary Greek Chorus. An internet home for 19 years that no one can co-opt but me. I am thinking maybe there has been too much energy pushed elsewhere, that should come back home here to roost.
I am not here to make a case for the power of this act, despite how many have let it slide for playing the status gaming favoriting with emoji click a thon. I am here to write outloud again.
At least maybe more than 2 posts a month. Not that anyone is counting. Well I am. I can.
Hello, blog home. It’s me.
Even not saying much here is better than spewing elsewhere.