Having something to say is not what it’s all about. Rather, finding myself saying something. I see a picture and watch myself say something in relation to it. I see a thought floating in my mind and express it. Longer posts take longer to type. They go in more directions. I see the things and then say them. Nothing is built of paragraphs and sentences, nothing saved and used later. It’s there and on the page, or on the screen, and then done with. Like a stroke of the brush on canvas. One tiny stroke. Does the artist really remember each stroke? And then I walk, and breathe, and think, and eventually I find myself saying something else. It is a process, but not premeditated.