…to this regular blog posting. There’s a strange pressure to get something up regularly, especially about the major events in one’s professional life, but sometimes you just shouldn’t touch the publish button. Sometimes the writing becomes cathartic and no matter how you try to spin it into a humorous narrative, when the events and emotions involve dear friends, it’s just not something for public consumption. Generally, I control that urge pretty well—you’ve no idea the number of unpublished drafts that are sitting on the server—but yesterday I bowed to that pressure. I thought I’d managed a humorous take on the weekend, but this evening I rethought the decision to post and that’s why I’ve taken it down.
Suffice to say, the important part of the weekend was the chance to spend a little time with people I very much like and admire while getting some useful professional networking done. My creative muse seems to have received a much needed booster shot. Most people I know would kill for five minutes alone with Michael and Audrey and I was blessed with a lot more than that. It’s foolish to let sleep-deprived emotions spoil that simple fact.
Anything else is between my very dear friend, OSG, and myself. We’ve both had enough pressure on us the last couple of years to make our respective judgement more than a little questionable. It’s something we need to work out and being good friends, we will.
