Posting every day for a decade would have resulted in 3,650 posts. I have 614. Do the math. My good sense might tell me to pack it in. Obviously eating, sleeping, reading, staring into my navel have taken precedence. Sometimes I want to desert my blog--not really desert, just walk away from. Yeah, I guess desert. Another part of me wants to sprout a new blog--one where I can write anonymously and clear my head. Or one where I pick a specialty and form a tight-knit community of knitters or gardeners or sociopaths. Of the blogs I began reading ten years ago only one or two still exist. Sometimes I'll visit a site and root around all Scarlett-in-her-garden-at-Tara-after the-war-ish to see what's there. Mostly dust. WHERE DID EVERYONE GO???????????? Is there some sort of parallel on-line writing world where people are still quippy and engaging? Am I missing the party??? I suppose not. I'll put this out to the cosmos (because that has ALWAYS been my audience). The embarrassing thing here is that I sat by some lovely lovely people in the Seattle airport last week, and after a delightful hour of banter shared this blog address with them. How embarrassing is that?? And I think some of my Chinese students come here too to poke around! Nary a radish or shriveled up garlic clove...
Two choices: Quit. Remain. Bow out. Recommit. Cave. Conquer.
I realize I'm bordering on melodramatic. The cosmos I appeal to generally overlooks that.
A post a day for one week. A post a day for one week. Not a solution to world hunger--but at least a single fist shaking into the dark night.