I was talking to my buddy Charlie earlier this week, and I mentioned that my old blog had become tedious to write. I mean, I knew I had an audience (however small it was), and I loved them for reading, but there was this weird sort of... pressure, I guess... involved in everything I wrote. They expected something from me, something that I slowly realized that I wasn't always willing to give.

Anyway, it's been a few months since my last post there, and I really think that will be my last formal blog post in a while. I mean, sure, a lot of autobiographical accounts of historic figures have come out of their journals, but just as many (if not more) have come from their letters. I think it's time for me to lay down a bit of both.

I wonder how you'll respond to me, if at all. I wonder if you'll mind -- or I'll mind, as our friendship develops -- that I write in slightly rambly, overly personal (or meta-) sentences. I wonder if I'll become a better writer, thinker, or person because of this exercise in unabashed egotism (hopefully gone right). I wonder if my keyboard's "i" key will stop being all weird and non-register-y.

I'm hoping I don't start neglecting my letters to you in favour of my already-launched music blog or my soon-to-be-launched secret blog (I'll tell you about it when I'm almost ready to show it).

I guess that's it for now. I have a lot to tell you, but I don't want to start off on an overly clingy note. After all, we just met.

Speak to you soon, I hope!

--Aidan