I kept waiting for something to happen. Instead nothing happened but this: Ozzy started walking. We went camping. Zoey got carsick. Bryan turned 40. Zoey walked in on us having sex. Totally unrelated, although I'm pretty sure it did happen in that order. And now it is a nondescript day in early August and I am back, because the trouble with waiting for something to happen is that so many little life things happen you cannot decipher what exactly you were waiting for in the first place. Was that it? The sign?
So hello. I'm back. Without a story this time, but a quote:
“The more you document your own life, the more you check in, you tweet,
the more you post photos of what you did last night, the more you do all
of this stuff, or even in my case, the more you listen for little lines
of dialogue that can make their way into stories, the more you
photograph moments, in a way, the more you start to step out of those
moments, and if you do that too much, you become a spectator to your own
- Jonathan Harris
I realize I am jumping all over the place. I am a writer, a blogger, social media murders the moment, blah blah, my daughter walked right up to the side of the bed, thank god we were under the covers. But this is it. I'm figuring it out as I go along. But I'm back.