One week ago, I declared that I intended to document on this blog each day one new thing I learned or something that I had once known but recently recalled or re-learned. It seemed like a good idea at the time. But I have decided I have better things to do than fulfill a commitment whose genesis neither had nor has real merit. I’ve come to the conclusion that my commitment was a gimmick to force me to write something that I, or others, might find ‘illuminating.’ What made me think that would hold any appeal to anyone, least of all to me? I’m better off coming to the realization that nothing will magically transform my life or my writing.
I’ve not felt much like writing fiction of late. I don’t know why. I could hazard a hundred guesses, but none of them would hold any more substance than the next. Writing is too lonely to be satisfying right now. That’s the regained knowledge for today and the last attempt to stumble upon some magical truth that will illuminate mankind’s struggle with himself.
