I thought for a bit about posting random bits of thought that got caught on scraps of paper that happened to be handy at the time they wandered out of my head, but have decided against it. The last month or so of this summer has left me rather discontent with my style of writing - I seem to either be depressing or, as one friend put it, stuck in "middle school". I have no desire to ramble about the little things that make up the day to day of my life (it would take a far more talented writer than I to make it interesting to any degree). So I am left with the inner workings of my self, which does not come off very well either...
This being said, I am going to continue writing in whatever fashion whimsy leads me at the time, hackneyed metaphors, middle school poetry and all and hopefully the summer of my discontent will pass...