Lately I've been thinking that I don't have anything all that great to give the world. I'm sure it's coming across in my blog posts. Every time I open up this page to write to you all, I realize I'm an expert of nothing. I have nothing I'm qualified to talk about. Except me.
So I talk about me. I'm not sure that's interesting. It doesn't feel interesting. It feels conceited, that I'd think you'd want to read about me.
A few of you keep coming back. Thanks for that. I think that probably means you like me and maybe not what I write here, but it's still something and I'm grateful.
I wish I had something more than all of this to give you. Right now, I don't think I do. I feel spent lately.
I told you I'm writing a comic story and a friend will be drawing it. That's coming along quite nicely. We hope to have something to show you soon. That project feels a lot like me, in a good way, but we'll want to compile some pages done before we start spreading it around.
Maybe I'll talk about that a little bit more in detail in the next post.
Back on topic, I'm trying. I believe I'll come back from this. I have to, right?
This isn't a place to stay forever.