'The Last Entry'

This will be the final entry I'll post for 'Cowboys and Bohemians'. It has been increasingly apparent that writing this blog has effected my energy resources, and for now, I have to focus on making a living. When I started the blog, it was in keeping with the grant guidelines, that I would write about the theatre adventure I started, wow, three years ago, so that those who chose to read would be able to understand what it was like to do a one person show. The blog for me turned into many things, resurrecting memories of doing theatre, writing about personal memories, and really, at the end of it, getting really personal and revealing what I really thought. It has been very gratifying, but as the blog moved into why and how I think, like a lot of the way I have done things in my life, it became an obsession. Not only an obsession to live by, but one that has become increasingly difficult to put down. But I feel that it has lost focus and direction, lately, for me, its been reading like some self absorbed maniac. If it were all I had to focus on, I can see the validity, but its become more than amusing anecdotes, it's slowly taken over the vortex of my day. I've been very appreciative of the people who have dropped in to check out what's going through my mind, good or bad. I was reading back to the comments in many of the entries and found that there is where the real treasure is. Some of the comments left here have profoundly influenced my thought.

I will not stop writing, I just need to shift my energies to other kinds of writing, and further, when my website is up and running, I'll start another kind of blog there, so you can keep up with the logistics of the continuance of 'Bohemian Cowboy' which I plan to stick with until it does what I believe it will. As for what is going on in my head, you will just have to speculate, even though I've revealed more here than I probably should have, I'll still be around somewhere, somehow. Thank you. I'm not going to close the blog, although I have been gradually saving the entries in a file for an archive, you can perhaps go back if you are a new reader, and find out what it was like to be in LA on an opening night. Or, find out what it felt like to get reviewed in the LA Times. Or, know what it felt like the times things came crashing down.

In the words of Edward Morrow, goodbye and good luck, or better said, goodbye, and break a leg.