Most of my useful computer time for the past month or so has been focused on getting my recording studio rearranged, up and functional again, then getting work done for a very patient client.
Or I've been distracting myself from the frustration of the studio rearrange by endlessly checking email or Facebook, or reading news online, or reading other peoples blogs, or indulging in random websurfing.
For some reason I'd gotten all self-conscious about always needing to say something here that would be super meaningful, which sort of misses the point of living the Quiet Little Life--that meaning is found in the ordinary.
So I'm back, to resume writing about the ordinary stuff of daily life.
And I resolve to post here even if it feels vacuous to do so.
I hereby give myself permission to be banal, insipid, stilted, awkward, or . . . whatever else it is I'm afraid of being.
I absolve myself of guilt if I write but don't include illustrating photographs. Similarly, I intend to remain guilt free when photos appear without annotation.
Whose blog is this anyway?
Who made up all these rules about how it's supposed to be done?
Oops. I did. Or at least I bought into them.
I'm an artist, darn it! I live the creative life, right? Why can't I uncreate rules--especially the ones saying that things always have to be fancy-pants, intensely interesting or . . . (gasp) creative?
Today, I rip away the ratty old cardboard rule-box, step beyond its stale confines, and begin again.
New Rule: The Ordinary Rules.