Seems like as I workload heats up and my deadlines start compounding, I am blogging less. Sometimes this is not the case. Often there are delicate webs of interdependent procrastinations at work. Then I can accomplish much while still feeling bad about something important I’m not doing.
This feels more like a fast. A little time off. Maybe not entirely, but a removal from the sometimes frantic, often urgent sense of having to get something down, having to put something out there.
Let the world go by, all lost in dreaming.