Dreaming of pursuing my passions, and what recently happened on the music front.

I was so intent on posting my newsletter yesterday that I completely forgot that it was also my one-year blogaversary, too! I've been mentally planning this post since before Christmas, but I think it shows a new level in the evolution of procrastination to be planning a post that far in advance, and to still not write it until one day late. Heh. (And that does not, by any stretch, guarantee that the content will be any more worthwhile than normal, just because I've planned it for three months instead of three minutes.)

I have started using my family as marketing tools.

I realize this is not a new strategy. People have been doing it since the first kid said "Daddy said I could!" to his mother's stern face, hoping she would buy it.

Except I'm not actually trying to get anyone to buy anything. All I'm advertising is this page you're sitting on. This one. Right here. (And all the other ones on my URL.)

"When I was a kid I learned how the world was. I held my paper up to the light and traced out what I saw, true in every detail. I neither learn nor see as well now as I did then, and I can't keep up with all the adjustments to the lines of my tracing. Instead, I've learned to love the blurred lines. I tell myself this." A. Scott White