I was journaling but felt like it could add up to more. I made notes about what I read, but didn’t fully flesh out what I’d learned. It was like leaving bread crumbs for myself. When I looked back over the trail of crumbs, I was unhappy with the path as a whole. Thoughts were not sufficiently developed. Sometimes I passed interesting views but didn’t have a way to find my way back to them.
I’d had the feeling I was discovering something. A map to the way I thought about poetry, writing, reading. But my journal didn’t live up to this idea. It didn’t capture my thoughts well enough. At the moment I write, I know what I mean. Later, maybe, when I have turned a corner or canoed around a bend, it isn’t so clear anymore.
I don’t want to resort to academic-style formality. But my journal is too casual. In between? A blog. That’s how the idea for this blog hatched. Where I end up? Still to be determined.