I've gotten into a bad habit of writing posts, saving them as a draft to be edited and/or finished later, and then not finishing them. It's not like I've got dozens, but there are a few, and they're starting to form a little stack of paper on my desk.

I got an email from an old acquaintance today who commented on this blog. I didn't introduce it to him as a blog. I merely provided a link to something I'd written that I thought would have been of interest to him. He--being net savvy and all that--read it as a blog, identifying the layout, dated entries, and all those other characteristics that suggest blog. It got me thinking more pointedly about something I've vaguely considered, and that's this idea that this isn't really a blog. Certainly not as it's been defined by the big boys. I mean, all the appearances are there, but for one, I'm not a huge linker, two, I'm constitutionally incapable of writing pithy little entries, three, the subjects are usually quite closely related to me or something I've done or am doing and are more accounts; certainly either far more accounts or perhaps interpretation of something in the world than pure punditry; and four, the style isn't really journalism style writing, which is something I suck at anyway. I've tried. The old, old blog tried to do that. That's half the reason it's gone. It sucked. I tried too hard and tried to do something or be something that I'm just not.

I know of course that I'll never collect a terribly sizeable readership, not as long as I stick to the current format, but this is ultimately my toy, and a place for me to practice if you will. A living experiment maybe. Certainly a work in progress. I'm grateful that there is a core of people who stop by here most days of the week, and I'm thankful for the feedback I've been getting. Clearly, to a few of you, I'm doing something okay, and I appreciate that. Writing has always been very close to me. I make no claims to be good at it, but I do love it. If I were to rank stuff in my life, writing would probably only be preceded by music.

Anyway, it's interesting to me that this is perceived as a blog, because although my main page does say that, I don't really think of it as that. There are many, many people who do that, and many who do it very well. Frankly, I'm envious of those who have the economy of expression that I clearly lack. But, I suppose I can console myself with the idea that everyone has his or her strengths and weaknesses, and what I lack in economy I hopefully make up for somewhere else.

Okay, blogging about blogging (err, sort of) sucks so I'm stopping.

In other news, I had an absolutely maddening day at two Home Depots. This building has become quite enough thank you very much. I just want to be done. It is beautiful; I'm very pleased, but I swear this is supposed to be done. It won't be any easier this coming week, as it's going to be hectic. I have to make some very serious efforts on the job front, I need to build of course, I need to do some serious musical work of which I'll say no more for the moment, and I need to take care of a lot of other business I've pushed off to the side.

Weekend low: being a breath away from licensing a track to the TV show "Charmed," only to have the director pull it at the last minute. Very disappointing. It would have been huge exposure and maybe even some income. Bummer.

Weekend high: umm...[Pieter scratches head]...

[still thinking]

I know! Writing the basic ideas for three--yes, THREE--songs on guitar in the span of one 24 hour period. They may suck in a few weeks, but I like them right now.

Oh, the singing/guitar project is coming along a little. I've added two more songs to my repertoire (besides the ones I wrote): one's by John Lee Hooker and the other is another traditional one. I sound awful, but sounding good isn't the point right now. Just learning how to do it is the point.

Okay, enough of this excitement. Hope you all had a good weekend. If I owe you email (I probably do), bear with me. I'll get back to you soon.