Bowing out

I don't want to be a party pooper or anything, and I know I've been doing it for less than a week, but I think I'm going to bow out of the small stones thing, at least for the time being.  It's a fantastic idea and I've enjoyed giving it a go, but I just don't quite feel I've got the hang of it, can't seem to be able to hit my stride with it. It's feeling like a bit of a chore, and  I can't help running off into narrative and anecdote and context, which is missing the point, but because I'm trying to be concise and pared down there's not enough narrative and anecdote and context  and so the things seem a bit pointless and baffling sometimes - like what was the pun the woman in the post office made?  Well as it was in French it would take a load of explaining which I'd probably cock up and it would be still be completely unfunny anyway because French puns are unless you're French.  It was something to do with the pen on the counter having a 'une mauvaise mine' which means it not looking well, but also its mine ie its lead (the bit that writes) is bad, which it was because it wasn't sticking out enough... oh forget it.

Then I feel obliged to do a load of expanding and explaining in the comments which again seems to be rather defeating the purpose.

Also I'm kind of missing doing more structured and extensive things with photos; my one-a-day on Flickr feels unsatisfactory, I prefer to group and sequence them really, and on the whole I just feel that my on-line activity is rather desultory and bitty.  (That's 'bitty' in the British-English sense of fragmented and lacking in form, focus  and gestalt quality, not the American one of 'small'. To twig means to catch on, to grasp, to 'get' an idea or joke or meaning. I read a rather good line in a novel recently where a Brit character points out to an American that we have to translate for you but don't require you to do it for us, and by and large I believe this might be true. Opinions?  You see, you can't do shameless fishing like this with small stones...)

Anyway, there are quite literally, I imagine, thousands of people collecting and producing the most exquisite small stones this month, so I really don't think I'll be missed.  As whoever the anonymous person was said, and as this post demonstrates, I probably am better suited to random and intermittent outpourings, at least for now.  Mindfulness will have to wait, or be sought elsewhere. I like to take a Three Beautiful Things cure now and then, but that's perhaps about my limit for being concise and disciplined.  And I've done quite a bit of daily blogging on and off over the last few months, so perhaps I'm just not in the mood!

Please forgive and bear with this rather tetchy and far from small and beautifully polished offering.  Normal, that is random, digressive, usually illustrated, service will be resumed shortly!