Tomorrow is the day of the Chicken Dance. It’s going to be small this year, being the first, and also because I didn’t have the time I needed to really boost it the way it needed to be boosted. Alas, I shall engage in a chicken dance tomorrow and smile quietly to myself.
This site seems determined to turn itself into some kind of blog. I’m not entirely keen with that idea. Not entirely. Not at all really. I do write, despite my claims to the contrary, but I have a bit of an aversion to “self-publishing” if you know what I mean. It’s lonelier somehow, in the void winter of one’s public self.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll post something a bit more upbeat. Perhaps the day after that I’ll start adding in my own storywriting that I’ve been working at. Perhaps I’ll start displaying my photos too. Maybe I’ll just delete the whole thing and wait for next year.
It’s been one of those days.
