I’m up in the middle of the night, reading my Kindle, exploring corners of Amazon I hadn’t known about. My wife and I returned from a quick trip to Denver yesterday evening. Today we’ll attend an “Organizing for Change Conference” at the Kennedy School, put on by Harvard Students for Change. We’re not sure what this will be about, actually, but we intend to help Obama in any way we can, after lots of work on the campaign.
I haven’t used this blog for actual writing in a while. I’m not sure what that might look like, and 4:30 am is not the best time to take on new commitments. I’ve pulled back from my discipline of posting to the Audio Pod Chronicles or Video Pod Chronicles every week, in order to focus on The Kindle Chronicles, which is really taking off in terms of active and engaged listeners. I’ll continue to have lots to do as the recently reelected Board President of our condo association in Denver. But I do miss writing. I haven’t written a poem in months. My handsome leather writing notebook comes back and forth with me between Denver and Cambridge, Mass., but I seldom give myself the pleasure of putting ink on its pages. My red Lamy fountain pen is dried up from lack of use.
So I might come hang out with myself and whoever stops by here at my blog a little more often. And as 5 a.m. approaches it would be a good idea to return to bed for another couple of hours of sleep!