I received an e-mail today, one from a reader who wanted to make sure that I was all right. I guess it has been three weeks since my last post and while I haven't been as prolific as a year ago, 21 days is a long time for me to go without espousing some opinion or another.
I wish I had a good reason for not posting, but I don't. When I was working, there was never a shortage of interesting things to write about. Nor was there a shortage of interesting things to photograph. The badge on my chest was like a magic passport. It opened all sorts of doors, allowing me entry into places that others could not go. My life was a little unique and I enjoyed sharing the cool, the tragic and the interesting with you.
My life has become a little more mundane, in fact some might even call it boring. In many ways that is a good thing, however the current banality of my life has not inspired me to take up the keyboard and put you to sleep with the details.
I have mentioned before my need to assess this blog and determine where I want to go with it. Another anniversary has recently passed, I have been doing this for over three years. As such, I am not going to allow it to die. I have too much effort and emotion in it to just let it go.
When I read older posts, I can't help but notice how much of my soul I put into what I was trying to say. I don't see that emotion in the lines that I have written in the past nine months and it troubles me. I want to get back to the point to where I can put something down that deserves to be picked up. I am confident that I will get there, I just can't say when.
So, TRJ, rest easy. All is well in the Schmoe house, it is just a time of transition. I am truly derelict in not posting, if even to let people know things are ok. For that I apologize. I appreciate each and every person who read my little blog - you deserve better.
Thanks for reading,