Return To Me  Wednesday, November 7

Welcome back. To me. (Sort of sad, like a person sitting in front of a Hostess cupcake with one candle in it. )

I learned a few things through my rather graceless blog bow-out some months ago:

There is no deleting a blog created on Blogger! This is upsetting, knowing the headings of posts I spent a lot of time on are floating around out there with porn spam attached. Grrr. I don’t know what made me want to delete my posts…I wanted to archive and save them in my own way, for my own use sometime in the future. Now I know that I must accept that, like MySpace, we don’t control what happens with these “free” places. That’s why I’m going back to writing on my own website.

I guess that’s another thing I learned. Part of the reason I quit was I missed having “real” exchanges with friends and family. Why get in touch and find out what’s up when it’s all there in the blog? But the reality is, this is one of the ways we keep in touch these days. It’s convenient. It’s fun. It’s a good way to kill time. 

Oh yeah, the killing of time. Just like that day job that you think keeps you from doing all those important other creative things you should be doing and would be doing if only you could stop having to work? A diary-free life has not led to more songs, more important words written every day, more appreciation of every leaf and flower and human face that crosses my path. In fact I think I miss the discipline of it. And the feeling of communication with the four or five people who are reading.

So I promise to write, when there’s something to say.

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Return To Me  Wednesday, November 7

Welcome back. To me. (Sort of sad, like a person sitting in front of a Hostess cupcake with one candle in it. )

I learned a few things through my rather graceless blog bow-out some months ago:

There is no deleting a blog created on Blogger! This is upsetting, knowing the headings of posts I spent a lot of time on are floating around out there with porn spam attached. Grrr. I don’t know what made me want to delete my posts…I wanted to archive and save them in my own way, for my own use sometime in the future. Now I know that I must accept that, like MySpace, we don’t control what happens with these “free” places. That’s why I’m going back to writing on my own website.

I guess that’s another thing I learned. Part of the reason I quit was I missed having “real” exchanges with friends and family. Why get in touch and find out what’s up when it’s all there in the blog? But the reality is, this is one of the ways we keep in touch these days. It’s convenient. It’s fun. It’s a good way to kill time. 

Oh yeah, the killing of time. Just like that day job that you think keeps you from doing all those important other creative things you should be doing and would be doing if only you could stop having to work? A diary-free life has not led to more songs, more important words written every day, more appreciation of every leaf and flower and human face that crosses my path. In fact I think I miss the discipline of it. And the feeling of communication with the four or five people who are reading.

So I promise to write, when there’s something to say.

Return To Me  Wednesday, November 7

Welcome back. To me. (Sort of sad, like a person sitting in front of a Hostess cupcake with one candle in it. )

I learned a few things through my rather graceless blog bow-out some months ago:

There is no deleting a blog created on Blogger! This is upsetting, knowing the headings of posts I spent a lot of time on are floating around out there with porn spam attached. Grrr. I don’t know what made me want to delete my posts…I wanted to archive and save them in my own way, for my own use sometime in the future. Now I know that I must accept that, like MySpace, we don’t control what happens with these “free” places. That’s why I’m going back to writing on my own website.

I guess that’s another thing I learned. Part of the reason I quit was I missed having “real” exchanges with friends and family. Why get in touch and find out what’s up when it’s all there in the blog? But the reality is, this is one of the ways we keep in touch these days. It’s convenient. It’s fun. It’s a good way to kill time. 

Oh yeah, the killing of time. Just like that day job that you think keeps you from doing all those important other creative things you should be doing and would be doing if only you could stop having to work? A diary-free life has not led to more songs, more important words written every day, more appreciation of every leaf and flower and human face that crosses my path. In fact I think I miss the discipline of it. And the feeling of communication with the four or five people who are reading.

So I promise to write, when there’s something to say.