July, July!

And I say your uncle was a crooked French Canadian! Before this turns into some kind of garish fan blog, it seemed like I should take some time to write.

Blogs are for writing in or on, depending on your preference in prepositions. This blog has been no different, and will continue to be for writing. It is not my obligation to explain shelving the past 500 posts, which is a good thing, as I had no specific reason.

What was (better is, but archived) was becoming heavy. I have been heavy and dark. I am still. I am also tired of fighting with friends, family, people that I don't even know, or anyone that comes here.

"Negotiations and love songs are often mistaken for one and the same." I have no love songs to sing here and I often choose not to negotiate. Perhaps that, among all of the sorted details of pieces falling together and falling apart have been unpleasant. Which is to say that I am unpleasant, which is fine.

And I do say that your uncle was a crooked French Canadian! I do say it! I will say it! Because I am here to write. I have realized through the help of a French Canadian (not crooked though, a professor) and so many steps I have taken here to my house, that I am here to write.

“A dog is not considered a good dog because he is a good barker. A man is not considered a good man because he is a good talker.”

Nothing is gone. Everything has just been moved. It was an arduous task, but, I need this. I need this soft blue page with nothing on it.

I know that words will come again. I know that moving my words does not erase them. I never wanted them erased. There is a moment when all of this (500 posts) is something that you must set down for a minute.