The Pause

As you may have noticed, the Cutting Edge has been slowing down. I looked back and I really haven't written many personal blogs since I celebrated the anniversary back in January '09. I think the one year anniversary was similar to a finish line for me. Could I write consistently for one year? I proved to myself that I could, but more importantly, I proved (again to myself) that I possessed an inking of what my father had.

But lately, I haven't felt the urgency to write. I have plenty of story ideas, but I didn't sense a growing audience. And plain and simple, I didn't want to "play to an empty house." I know my creativity should not be tied to whether or not someone is reading. But I'm pragmatic in some things. I tell myself to major in major things, and minor in minor things. Writing is a major thing. It requires time, effort, and vulnerability. For the time being, I don't think I am willing to give those precious items away any more.

My dad wrote 3 books. I hope if you haven't already purchased one, you will soon. I think you'll like his sense of humor and his outlook on life. He ended each book with "the pause." He never liked saying "the end." It was too final. And trust me, he was never through telling stories. He was never through making people happy. So...tonight I offer "the pause" to those of you who have grown to enjoy the Cutting Edge. I'm not through, but I'm going to take a break...a pause. When the time is right, I'll be back. Thanks for coming along on this part of the journey.

John's Last Day @ NMBC

Trip To John's New Apartment

I've made a micro-video of our trip to Vicksburg on Saturday. I didn't have to do too much work over there because my beast of a wife had already done the heavy lifting on Friday. If you're wondering why it seems that I'm talking to myself when we enter John's apartment, I'm not. My bride wanted to hear my first impression of every room.

The last segment shows John sleeping. I could have filmed that portion for an hour because that's how long he slept. I just figured it would have opened up a nasty betting game if I showed too much, though. Y'know, people would have been betting when the drool was going to reach his shirt.