Clearly, I need a new project.

The comic ran for four years and succeeded, in that some people read it and were entertained for the duration of its run. I have considered and rejected the idea of picking that back up: I remember quite well how tired of making it I’d become, toward the end.

Another writing project? Given the dull thud made by the arrival of the last one… probably not just yet. Le sigh.

It’s been a while since I last put together a music appreciation project. And, in that time, I’ve learned enough about fair use guidelines to suspect that I’d never be able to assemble anything safe enough to post which would be even remotely entertaining. (Also: Please don’t go digging in this website’s archives. Ahem.) This depresses me because there are few things on this planet that I can geek out about more than my favorite bands and songs.

Both of the photography projects that I’ve considered for the last few months will basically entail considerable equipment outlays. Time lapse is best done with a dedicated hunk of hardware, and stop motion demands a remote trigger and better lighting and a bigger workspace than I have available right now.

Well, great. Now that I’ve eliminated every idea I could come up with so far, I’m back at square numero uno.

I haven’t given up thinking about it, but wow oh wow am I doing poorly at thinking of ideas or what?

Clearly, without setting some kind of arbitrary posting requirement for myself I’m willing to go an entire month without writing a single damned thing here.

Whoops.

It’s not that I’m wholly inactive, but I’m close to it. I could tell you about the saga of the dead fridge but it’s not really that interesting and I don’t think I could make it funny enough. I haven’t played any new games. My biggest accomplishment was finally getting through all fifteen books (so far) in CJ Cherryh’s “Foreigner” sequence. Are they good? Sure. I kept reading, didn’t I? But try as I might, I can’t come up with enough Serious Thoughts about the series to string together into their own post.

My whole life’s like that now. Bits of this, pieces of that, mountains of same-old-same-old. And every time I think “Hey, I should write about that,” I realize that I don’t have anything to say.

Mind you, this journal spent the first few years of its existence as the functional equivalent of Twitter, and now there’s Twitter. (Which I’m not as active on anymore, either.) So maybe I’m just struggling to find relevance in myself in addition to figuring out what I’m supposed to be doing online.

Hmmm.