mike the mountain

OK, here’s the deal. I need you to go away for a while.

From here. From the BLOG.

I need you to stop reading. Stop following. Unsubscribe. Delete feed. Forget.

It’s not you. It’s me.

I’ve hit a wall. I just can’t seem to complete an idea. Barely a sentence. I share links and comments and thoughts and updates on Facebook and Twitter, but the immediacy and brevity of those mediums discourages deeper discussion-inspection-reflection.

That last sentence is 176 characters. I couldn’t even fit it in a tweet.

I like using big words and run-on sentences. I like to ramble, pontificate, blather, spew, and let my consciousness flow.

But lately I’m not. Not enough. With the words.

I’ve got lots of ideas. Dozens of “drafts” waving their dicks at me whenever I log into my WordPress dashboard. But I just can’t seem to pull the trigger. Can’t finish them. I read these half-formed blobs of fetal composition and can recognize the tiny ember of inspiration that made me want to expand or explore or just throw into the sky to see what happened… but that’s it. I can’t wind my brain up to continue.

And that’s where you come in.

I need this to be a blank slate again. I need to clear the expectations I’ve built up in my own head about what I should be posting. Who I’m posting for.

Like I said: It’s not you. It’s me. This is in my own head.

I don’t know if this will help, but I think it will.

I’m going to try and pretend that no body reads this thing. Not a big stretch, I know, but stay with me (or don’t… you know what I mean). This site isn’t for marketing my business, or showing off my photography, or giving soapbox speeches about the latest political travesty. I’ve used it for all these things in the past, but it never felt right. I don’t know what I have this thing for. But I do know that I enjoyed writing on here the most when I was writing purely for myself. Not worried about who was reading it or what anyone else thought, just using it as a bucket to catch the mental overflow; an open field for me to bury my kill.

So that’s it. No apologies for not posting. No explanations. No whining. No promises of future content. Just whatever the heck comes out of my head. Intentionally indecipherable. This isn’t a school project. This is MY ISLAND. My piece of Internet. To do with as I will.

/M

PS – I’m still out there. If you want to know what I’m up to: Twitter. Or, if we’ve actually met at some point: Facebook. If you want to know to what I’m listening: Last.fm. What I’m reading online: Delicious. If you want to see pictures from my adventures: Flickr. Work: The Financial Benefits Group. I’ve got a LinkedIn page too, but haven’t really got around to using it much. Aren’t I just the little social-media butterfly?