Flashes of Panic

I have not been chattering as much as usual lately.

I am not apologetic about this, but I will offer a little justification. First, it’s been busy around here. Second, I think I’ve been getting a little more selective about which thoughts make it to “published” posts. There’s a growing bin of unfinished drafts accumulating in ecto, and while I recycle some of the ideas, most of them will probably never be finished.

I’d like to think that’s a symptom of maturity, but I suspect it’s just that I’m too lazy to do the work required to make them interesting.

Now playing: Burning Photographs from Rock N Roll by Ryan Adams