This post is a rerun. I post occasional reruns as a kindness to myself and to unearth old posts for new readers. You can read about reruns, too.
Today’s rerun is A Place to Plant Seeds. The point of the post was that this blog—or the goal of this blog—isn’t about quality. That is, any one post here isn’t about quality. It just has to exist.
Since I wrote the post, that’s how I’ve continued to think about it. When I read back through the things I’ve published I see them as nice little nuggets of life, but not as some great expression of literary prowess. Now, just as then, I’m perfectly content with that.
I’ll use this rerun as an opportunity to pluck out a couple of pieces that I believe could one day grow into something more, though. Pieces that have a little glimmer of something within them. They only exist, though, because I turned up to write anything at all.