I see this fellow every time I circle the creek. Been there a long time… I suspect it’s tar that either spilled out of somebody’s can or was dabbed there intentionally to cover a divot or crack in the pathway.
I starting writing Life of Wry in October 2008. Initially, I thought it'd be about writing. I thought I'd write when I had something to say, and I'd make my writing publish-worthy, or at least thoughtful.
But, two things:
1) Everyone's a writer these days. Anyone can, and many do, just put stuff out there. It's not so fussy. So maybe I should lighten up. So I write fast and don't edit.
2) Life of Wry quickly became more family journal quality than literary journal quality. And I decided I like that. Something I can leave my son. My hope is that he'll learn a bunch about us, me, our life. At some point.
I also take a shit ton of photos, and wanted to put my favorites somewhere.. because where else?
I struggle mightily with the idea people are reading this. I am not necessarily writing for others; I'm writing and taking pictures for family posterity. If that holds any appeal, please enjoy! But my intended audience is our family.
Finally, if I don't do a DAILY blog, it will become a NEVER blog. I thrive on discipline. I fail without it. So whether there is anything to write about or not, there will be a blog.
Thanks for stopping by. I actually love that you're here.