Musing in Montana

I recently had a talk with my dear bride, after she read a formidable blog post I drafted (which will most likely go unpublished).

"So what do you think," I said.

[Pregnant silence]

She takes a deep breath and says, "Don't you ever get — I dunno — kind of tired of writing all this 'get ready for the future' stuff?  I mean, don't you think people want to know what's on your heart?

"Well," I reply, "This 'future' stuff is on my heart..."

"Yeah, but there's more to you than 'prepare for such-and-such' or 'have you seen this news story', isn't there?  I think you'd draw people in a lot more if you dig a little deeper.  Tell them about your struggles."

[Another pregnant silence — this time it's mine]

"You're right, you're right, I know you're right," I say, referencing one of my favorite "When Harry Met Sally" lines.  (Movie quotes are a closet hobby of mine.)

I hate it when she's smarter than me.  Actually, it happens way more than I care to admit.

So I spent the next few days thinking about what I could possibly write, that would let you in my experiences, thoughts and feelings over the last six months or so.  In a day or two, when I blurt out the next post, you'll have lots of juicy gossip to use against me.  I hope we can still be friends after that.  :-)

Until then, call me "Musing in Montana".