Now that the dissertation is done, this site has been going through an identity crisis.
I started writing here as an outlet during the long, lonely, grueling days of finishing my PhD. But that's over now.
I know a lot of people who write about political matters, and for a while I thought I might be interested in that. But no. That's not it.
General chit-chat feels self-indulgent, not to mention the fact that I have a husband and friends who cheerfully take up much of my social time, so no, that's not it either.
What am I doing here?
The funny thing is that a lot of people visit here via searches for pictures. That was a surprise to me. Then again, maybe it makes sense, when I think that writing is about showing, about describing what is. Really taking a good look around you can result in some pretty vivid pictures. Funny. That's what I did for years, traveling as a musician and missionary of sorts. Every month I'd send dispatches, stories and pictures of life on the road, people I'd met, problems and hardships but also wonderful life and laughter and good times over good food, drink, and conversation.
I'm thinking that's what I'm heading back towards.
Meanwhile, I came across one of my old dispatches, which I think I'll post, just to try the idea on for size. No illustrations, though. I wonder if the words are grown up enough to stand on their own.