I often wonder how many readers stumble onto this site or check periodically for updates. Sometimes I consider killing this blog, acknowledging it seems useless because I spend so little time posting, and when I do, it seems onanistic rather than meaningful or fun for readers. But, part of me refuses to give up on this part of my writing life. Somehow killing the blog would symbolize a willingness to admit defeat, but I am also a realist. I see a pattern of my writing habits of fits and starts. My current focus on my professional, academic writing, as well as my personal commitments makes posting here seem an additional challenge I don't need right now. In fact, I'm regularly looking at the clock as I write this, and I'm telling myself to go to bed and get some rest. The morning will come far to fast.
So thanks for listening. I guess I don't have much to tell the world. I really am living the mundane life. So it goes.