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Just one thing - the concept

I've been struggling to find my blogging voice lately. When I first launched my main blog, Figuring it out, back in 2008 I had some fairly big ideas about what I wanted it to be. But then life got busy, I started writing about too many subjects, and it became little more than an online diary - not what I'd intended at all.

This blog is an attempt to reboot my blogging habit by disciplining myself to write every day about just one thing - an experience, an insight, a person, a story in the news, a feeling, whatever - in 500 words or less. My ultimate goal? To write well about something that matters to me. How hard can that be? I'm about to find out.

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  1. Looking forward to it! How hard? Some days it will trivially easy. Other days, well, you'll know exactly how hard.

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