I woke up this morning after a strange dream that combined Colonial House with the Sopranos and American Gods, and my first thought was, shoot, gotta go blog this. So ignore my teary final entry from yesterday; it's all bullshit. I like blogging.
I think I was trying to hedge my bets. I knew I wanted to continue blogging, because this is a fun way to keep writing (and get such sweet compliments - you all rock!), but I still have this niggling fear that when I stop moving, I'll stop being interesting. Fear of inertia. Fear of sedentary... sedent... shoot, how do you make that into a noun? Oh well.
Anyway, I think I wanted to keep on writing, but I wanted to trick myself into feeling that it was unplanned, so that it would flow as easily as it has on the road. We'll see if it works. And if not, there's back roads everywhere. As long as I have a vehicle of some sort, I can kick start my inspiration.
So, about that dream... Actually, now it's gone, and I don't care anyway, so I'll just leave it at that.