A note from the blogster on a slow blog day

I scarcely have time to write more than a note this morning; I've used up my entire allotment of tardies and occurrences at work and can't be late. This morning I couldn't pull myself out of bed to write earlier than six.

When I first started the blog I was filled with overarching ambitions and hopes: I was going to save the world, I was going to be discovered. That initial and ridiculous momentum has fizzled out. It isn't a bad thing to want things like that, but I think I'll settle for a slower and more realistic aim. I just want to write a little every day and be honest, to improve as a craftsman and learn, and share what I have learned. Wherever that leads is okay. The blog has reached 800 visitors, hardly an earth-shattering number but still a positive one, and in the 19 days it's been alive my son Roger and a friend from work, Amie L. have told me they are starting blogs of their own. (I will send you the links.) So at least I've started a small ripple of action in my immediate world, and that isn't a bad thing at all.

I deeply appreciate every person who has taken time to visit here, especially Marie, my family and friends, who have been so encouraging. I have a three-day weekend coming up (I scheduled a day of personal time on Monday) and I plan to write pages and pages and empty the recycling bags of all the scraps and notes I've saved there. Like Jim Valvano says, "never give up, never surrender." Thanks so much for stopping in.