Apologies

I've long been in the habit of just writing when I've felt like it, or when I was particularly inspired by something or saw something and felt compelled to articulate it and flesh it out, which made for inconsistent and fluctuating content. There was a time when there were patterns of creation that correlated with periods of mania and depression, though the bipolar cycles have mainly flattened out due to various life influences and circumstances. 

Now the content comes when I simply have the time and energy, and when I actually feel that I have something to say. The content is probably more sparse now, and few and far between, for several reasons. 

I've moved further into more intense physical and material doing, which is not meant to be a slight against any sort of writer that makes a living of the writing. The doing that I have in mind is associated with a lifestyle that requires more time and energy to be bound up in intense physical exertion and concentration. 

Building, farming, exploring and all of the rest of those similar things have a language and a galaxy of techniques of their own, which all have to be learned and refined over time. I feel that just as I got my bearings in the world of philosophy and political economy - with a little music and photography on the side - I was suddenly dropped into a vast and incomprehensible ocean, and slowly I'm beginning to make more sense of it. 

As explicated here, and many times implied, this time and energy bound up in physical exertion is commanding on many levels. One's mind begins to change; one's concerns and habits begin to change. And so on. 

As long as I see something that I'd like to articulate, and have the energy to do it, then I will continue to write. It is enough for me to show something, and then leave it, to let it go on and do what it will. I am satisfied with it, and feel as if something has been processed and expelled, so to speak. And hell I just enjoy to write. And maybe some day I will still write that book.