For months I haven't known what to do with this blog. I love the concept, not the blog. Which is incredibly ironic because the blog title is taken from a poem of the same name, in which a poet's muse confronts him with anger because he loves the idea of her... not her.
Guilty as charged.
Basically, I am unsure of what to do here. I want to keep going because you people seem to like what I had going on, but I'm not sure how passionate or devoted to this blog I will be. Clearly, my cup has not runneth over in the inspiration department since my last post was on *looking* February 16. Yikes!
We'll just play it by ear. If I get the urge to post, then I will. If I don't, then I won't.
Que Sera Sera
Whatever Will Be, Will Be.
