This is a pelican. It has nothing to do with this post.

Most blogs end quickly.  The author gets off to a good start, discovers that it takes time and it doesn’t continue.  I get that.  It feels like I’m at the crunch point of this blog already.  It doesn’t help that I have no big plans for this offering.  I don’t have a political, spiritual, moral or intellectual philosophy that I want to spread.  I don’t have illusions of being an author.  I don’t plan to write an on-line diary for my friends and family.  I’m not at all sure what I’m going to do, or even if I’m going to do it.

But I’ve had fun so far.  I keep fiddling with the look and feel of the blog in hopes of finding something that does what I imagine I want it to do.  With luck I’ll stay with this one (whichever one you happen to be looking at) and try just writing rather than fiddling with the technology.  When I haven’t been fiddling I’ve found the writing enjoyable.  I suppose that my history with writing tended towards it being a duty and a lot of work.  Now I’m free to have fun with it.  And if I stop having fun I can simply stop.

I’ve published a few videos and pictures that I liked.  (Those who have subscribed have seen these more than once as I fiddle with the technology).  I like the idea of curating content as well as creating my own.  I’ve posted the occasional joke and interesting bit on Facebook but I notice how transitory everything on Facebook feels.  If my “friends” don’t read what I write pretty much immediately, thing move down the page and eventually disappear off the edge of the wall.  If I post those sorts of things on my blog they will follow me forever.  Perhap no one will read any of it, but that’s pretty much up to me.  If I produce something that is of interest to other and put some effort into self promotion, perhaps I’ll have readers.  If I don’t perhaps I’ll just have some fun for a while.

I do not have the time to read what I’d like to read in a day.  I’ve got plenty of spare time these days, but there can never be enough.  Not any more.  I remember reading that it was only  a few hundred years ago that a well read person could have read everything that was available to read.  Now there are more words produced in an hour than any human could read in a year.  Perhaps in a lifetime.  There may be a point in contributing to the cacophony.  I’d like to think so.  I’d like to think that in the saying I’ll discover what there is to say.

I intend to continue, to see what flows out of my brain through my fingertips.  If, in my stumbling and meandering way, I manage to produce something of value out of this project, that will be good.  That will be fun.