Bits and Pieces

I've noticed that it seems like every time I post something that isn't fiction, it's usually something self-deprecating: something about how I can't write, or how I'm an awful writer, or how it sucks that I can't come up with anything substantial to present.

Basically, a lot of "woe is me".

Only because the necessary ingredients that make this a blog worth reading or following half-heartedly, are missing and thus all we really have are bits and pieces. But I suppose this foul condition reflects that of the world's own condition. The search for "the big picture" is as elusive as "perfection".

Everything we see and/or do really contributes more to the bits and pieces of a very large fragment. The same way that this entry will only be part of something bigger than in turn is only part of something even bigger.

So what I'm trying to say (perhaps to myself and to you, dear reader) is bits and pieces are cogs of a greater machine that you will see soon.

I rarely give advice but I suppose by my example I should say that if you've got bits and pieces of progress, display them. Doing so will help a lot. It may not seem like it now but if you follow this piece of advice that I received when I was younger, you should be fine:

Every day you don't write, the bastards win.