I have been feeling rather bad recently that I haven’t written anything substantial in ages. I find myself wondering what I contribute to society, and telling myself I should be writing books or scripts by now. I look at Lyn, in her studio every day for hours on end working on her music. Yet another voice in my head points out that I contribute in other ways: I still volunteer at school, where there are a couple of big projects coming up; the same goes with UEL. As for my writing, when you think about it the word count for my blog must now be well into the hundreds of thousands. While the last thing I wrote that you might call substantial was my masters thesis, I’ve contributed a hundred words or so to the electronic ether every day for quite some time. I know my entries are usually quite short and light in terms of analysis, but I don’t think they’re completely worthless. I rather like jotting down my thoughts on a different subject every day; the difficulty with a more sustained piece of text is finding a topic that interests you enough that you want to keep working on it. While I search for that subject – and I have no doubt it will come – I’m content to keep blogging. After all, it isn’t exactly nothing – while short, this form of prose has a kind of directness to it which I kind of like; taken as a whole, moreover, I’d argue my blog constitutes a fairly substantial body of work.