I'm too lazy to keep up. It. Apologies to no one since no one reads this, except myself. So sorry to myself for not diligently keeping up with this blog. I am very good at starting things, a master of starting things. But that's about it. I don't like to finish, I find it very troubling when I've finished something. That word only incites the desire to not finish, to start again, something constantly happening anyway, it's just that fucking word. Finished. Done. Complete. Hard for me to get behind such a notion. So here I am, a year later, more, starting again. Reading over my posts I'm not dissapointed (something that often happens when I revisist "completed" work), but I do see and feel the changes I've undergone in the past year. Clearly (really?) I've changed, but not that much. That's the change I realize most. Static motion.
What does any of this mean? What is going on when I've convinced myself that posting these words here is something I should be doing? Meh. I've started writing again! For the last year the pen and paper (the fingers tapping the keyboard) have been hiding, reclusive, dormant. What I'd hoped was that this would be compensated by more filmmaking, but nope, nada. Sure the camera has been turned on, but really all I've been doing is reading and watching. Wonderful things. Hopefully now I can write again. And maybe soon, film too. Maybe.
