I: Needs Moar Pictures
The more observant readers of this humble blog may have noted the complete absence of Project 365 pictures (indeed, of any content at all) over the last few days. While I continued to take daily pictures, it became (was becoming? has become?) increasingly clear that my current circumstances make Project 365 not only difficult but downright counter-productive. After a few consecutive 9pm realisations like "oh, it's the end of another day in which I did nothing but feel unwell and went nowhere but the next room, and I have to find something new to take a picture of", it gets to be a drag.
So, rather than turn something I enjoy into a obligation that rubs my nose in my misfortune, I have resolved to keep taking pictures of picturesque things as they present themselves, but to put Project 365 on hold until it can be what it should be: a way of recording something interesting that I come across each day, instead of a dreary search for something to photograph in defiance of the day's complete lack of novelty.
II. Needs Moar Words
When I started using this blog it was my intention to escape from the shackles of LiveJournal and start actually writing down stuff that I found interesting, without feeling constrained by the expectations of the disparate mob of family, friends, acquaintances and internet strangers that had gradually boiled down my LJ-voice to a flippant, ironic shadow of itself. Since this is strictly an opt-in business (and untainted by the social pressures of "friends lists" and the like), I feel safer in the assumption that anybody reading is either a) interested enough in what I might have to say to make the effort (however trivial), or b) if not, then certainly bringing their disappointment upon themselves.
All that is a long-winded way to work up to saying that turning thoughts into words and then sharing them with other people is something that I find rewarding, so I am resolving to knuckle down and throw off the inertia that has kept me from doing so for so long. I am also focused on returning to a more ert state in the real world, so here's to riding that wave all the way back to frequent(ish), enjoyable blogging.
III. Needs Moar Comments
For those reading this via the syndicated feed on LiveJournal, a reminder that it is fairly difficult for me to keep track of (or even notice) comments made directly on that feed, and they get deleted after a couple of weeks anyway. My attempt to insert a comment link in the feed itself has failed (due to the flakiness that Feedburner has been exhibiting since being acquired by Google, boo hiss), so for now the best way to ensure that I will see your comment is to click on the link at the top of the feed item, which leads to the post itself, and then leave your comment. We apologise for the inconvenience.
Postscript: If you enter your email address (which is not displayed) when you submit your comment, it will have a unique pattern-y thingy or your Gravatar if you have one! Isn't technology wonderful? If you don't trust me with your email address, your pattern-y thingy will be the same one that all the other distrustful folk get.
I am glad that the lack of pictures is not because you once again have a broken camera, and I hope you have interesting things to take pictures of soon!
Excellient! Reminds me of an old proverb I just made up to the effect that when an undertaking becomes a cudgel for your own head, hide it somewhere you'll never find it. Or something.
I am glad that the lack of pictures is not because something terrible has befallen you. Also, huzzah for pattern-y thingies!
I wonder what this one looks like?
@ephant: Thank you! I am also glad that I do not have a broken camera. That would be terribly sad.
@Perplexius: Wisdom of the ancients, that! (Cheeky!)
@winterlime (both of them): Well, I suppose if I were determined to be difficult I could claim that it is because something terrible befell me, but I am not determined to be difficult. Wonders will never cease. And you will have to run out of email addresses sooner or later, I am sure. :P
Never fear, I shall just open up more.
Gravatar sounds like a villain from a hokey 70s superhero comic.