In my previous post (two and a half years ago) I declared that I'm not ready to go back and read my earlier posts. I know that because I did exactly that--I went back and read the previous post and a few previous to that one. This is evidence of reading readiness.
In that penultimate post (I write as if this one is completed as it will be by the time you read this) I also speculated that some of the posts were interesting and indeed I found those I just read to be so. This surprises me because, were I to have guessed, I'd have thought otherwise. I see myself as having difficulty expressing myself and most often surrendering to that difficulty. Instead, it appears I put in the effort to say what was on my mind and succeeded.
But you did guess, you'd object. In that post you said "I imagine many of the posts are even a little interesting." That is what I guessed two and a half years ago and I'm saying what I would have guessed now. I remember the feeling of rereading past writing and feeling the strain and clumsiness that went into their creation. Now that I think about it, its a characteristic of the prose of my father--an aggressive over composition which feels defensive. I fear being my father's son.
I'm going to read some more of the old posts now.
