This new experiment has taken a turn.

I stopped forcing myself to publish. I allowed myself time to write, to take the time to go deep, to go back to the long-form posts that gave me a love for writing.

Instead, I sit here staring at over a dozen open windows of my writing app blanketing the desktop of my computer screen. Each one is a nearly complete article — each one no longer than my typical daily post.

I sit on them hoping they will become something bigger, something longer, something more significant.

Maybe if I let them stew long enough, they will. I might just find that one topic that pulls me down that rabbit hole.

Some of these, I’m sure, will take me there. When, and in what form, time will tell.

For now, I’ll keep telling myself that writing a daily blog was a phase, while I continue to collect these pieces of thought scattered across my desktop.