compulsive compartmentalization

Captured thoughts…on exhibit in the zoo that is the blog-o-sphere.

There is no such thing on earth as an uninteresting subject; the only thing that can exist is an uninterested person. - G.K. Chesterton

I have a quirk. I am not, by nature, an organized person. Despite this, I love things to be organized. Unfortunately I am not equipped to keep them that way. I like for my studio to be neat and everything in it’s place. Every time I clean it up, I think it looks great and I feel much more comfortable spending long hours there. And each time I tell myself that from now on it’s going to stay that way. Incidentally I’ve said the same thing since high school. “Wow, my room looks great. I should keept it this way.”

Yeah, right.

Along the same lines I have an overwhelming desire to keep the different things that I do separate. Which is why I have this blog in addition to my regular website. My brain is telling me that if I want to post any type of serious writing on gravyboy.com it won’t fit. Comics, art, nonsense, and whining tend to lessen the impact of a semi-serious post. (At least MY comics, art, nonsense, and whining tend to do so.) So here’s another site to keep up with and until further notice all my serious attempts and excercises in the written word will wash upon this shore. If you smell dead fish, it’s just my writing.

One Response to “Sequestering My Thoughts”

  1. Entropy, dude.

    Geof F. Morris

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