A couple of years ago, I started a now-defunct political blog with a friend of mine. Quite often, he'd start a post and never finish and publish it. Either he ran out of time to develop it all the way or it wasn't going the way he wanted it to go or he put it aside to chase some other thought instead-- he'd gotten too far in to give up on it, I'm sure he planned return to it later to re-edit them or finish where they were going.

But he never did. It was funny, really. For every 2 or 3 posts he put on the blog, there was at least one half-finished one saved on the account but never put up for viewing. That was never my style. I was better at producing content then, I could crank out post after post without stopping for more than a day or so.

Heh. Those where the days. That's when I used to laugh at someone else's half-finished posts, hidden from the public behind the closed doors of the blog factory. Gentle reader, in the young history of this website, there are about a half-dozen posts that I started and never finished. Truthfully, I doubt I'll ever finish them. But I don't delete them, because I've done 2/3rds of the reading and writing to produce the post. So they sit. Alone and ignored.

Mom always said I had a hard time finishing what