It's been some time since I've found myself with the urge to write anything. In some ways I've been too busy. In more, there hasn't been much I wanted to share.
That's not really true. There have been many, many times I wanted to share my thoughts and write long passages about trust, or love, or the mechanics of human endeavor. Occasionally, I've wanted to write an entire page of nothing but expletives.
My writing has always been a method of expression for me. A very particular form of expression that could only fit here, on these pages. But recently I haven't needed, or wanted, to express myself this way. Somehow it seems hollow.
A few people have asked me if I've given up "blogging". I never considered this page a blog, regardless of the etymology. It has always been a project, a work in progress that held many purposes and damn few rewards. As I never intended to begin blogging, I don't think it's fair to say I've given it up; there is simply nothing here.
Addendum: Of the hundreds of people who compose my faithful readers, only a few have ever written me or commented here - and of those, most I see on a daily basis. It's possible I might find new purpose if this were otherwise. Who can say?