Some notes arrive before they know what they are about. They are not essays yet. They are traces: a phrase, a frustration, a pattern that keeps showing up in different clothes.
I like keeping those fragments close. They are often more honest than the cleaned-up version because they still remember the moment that made them necessary.
This blog can hold that middle stage too. Not every post needs to arrive with a conclusion. Some only need to point at what is still becoming clear.