As each day piles upon the next, it gets more and more difficult to write the next entry. Over the last month I have hit many obstacles in my idealized career in food – a romantic vision turned overly dramatic. A constant trouble for me is the blog. Every day that I do not write wears on me. As much as I hoped to find a balanced relationship with blogging, once I ceased to write daily, I seemed to have jumped ship. Maybe I am a man of little middle ground. I don’t know why I could not or cannot write more frequently during the week. Ironically, the longer I wait to write the more I have to say. And in short time I have no idea where to begin. Do I explore my own kitchen projects? Divulge the politics of food movements? Critique the Portland food scene? (Which of course plays into my weekly distresses.) In the worst case, I do what I’m doing now – I blog about blogging.
From the very beginning I wanted this public space as separate from my life. Yet the problems I face during the day will inevitably trickle down to this site. The most direct influence is the absence of writing. If I am distracted I am less likely to write. Over time this tendency inflates and the next thing I know I have not written in days, weeks, a month?!
In this short post of reflection, let me say this:
I am rebuilding myself and redefining my relationship with the food movement and my career. I am in the process of rediscovering my passion and potential. I am finding my voice (again.) I appreciate your patience during this process. If you like what I have to say you will come back. If you are tired of waiting, maybe it will be awhile. But I promise that this lapse is almost over.
Good Man Eats is making a comeback.
