In Which I Apologize for Letting Life get in the way of a Blog

Written on April Fools Day, just before 11pm, and completely without any holiday spirit:

Now that I have a desk to sit at in a living room all my own, and my girlfriend sleeping in our bedroom, I feel apologies are in order for abandoning this project weeks before it came to an end. Please allow me to rationalize briefly:

Around the time of New Years, we decided that we wanted to live together. Both of us wanted a space to call our own, and with each other as roommates that’s pretty much the same thing. Our leases were up in September (or so we thought), and we started a slow search to test the real estate waters way before anything was available for the Fall.

February brought a bit of a surprise for her. “Hey, the landlord wants a lease starting in April, no sub-letting, and my friend is moving to Boston then, so you’re out.” This began the suddenly frantic search for an apartment with about six weeks to spare. We had some incredible luck and found the perfect apartment in a little over two weeks. Cue the, “I’m actually moving out five months early and need to find someone to take my share of the lease” panic that lasted until two days before I moved out.

So yes, I failed in my attempt to be creative every day (minus the 31s) for a year. I think I made it to around 340 semi-consecutive posts.  That sounds like a pretty good run to me, and after a month-and-a-half hiatus from pretty much everything, I’m itching to hop back on the wagon. I can’t even sleep after 3 straight days of lifting, moving, and arranging a ridiculous amount of objects. Maybe now that we’re 70%-80% unpacked, a traffic-jam has finally cleared up in my brain.

I have a small workspace to call my own. I just looked at a collection of photos I’m dying to write about. CRIT is set to release our first book in a couple weeks. I’m craving the lens, the pen, novels, and everything that goes along with them. Not that I haven’t been pining for months of this stagnation, but now it’s more than a desire for the energy to seriously consider keeping up with the things I’ve always loved.

I want to continue posting on Fish Oil Fog. It won’t be the daily dump of anything at all just to keep me going. I’m going to shoot for at least one post a week. Quantity got me back into the game (psychologically at least, I hope), and now it’s time to concentrate on quality. Art school all over again.

I’ll see you soon.