It's kind of fun for me to read back through the years. Some times are more fun than others, for sure, but mostly the super non-fun times are the silences, the spaces in between posts that sometimes stretch on and on. (Or sometimes I was sacrificing all my creative energy to gulping down the entire catalogs of certain authors, so silence does not necessarily mean rough seas. It could also mean selfish ones. : )
There was a thing Blogger offered once where you could get a print out of your blogs like a book, and I think I would really like to do that some day. All the typos that got through would hurt my soul deeply, but I want this more-recent writing to be available to me so that in the rare chances where I see a call for submissions that I am actually drawn to, I can look through my 450-page monster thesis to see where I was from 2003-2009 and then continue looking through the blog pieces I've written since I started in 2009 without having to stare at a screen and scroll for days (which basically makes me want to stop looking).
I love weaving together readings by combing through what I've written and searching for strands to draw together and braid into some kind of story. Right now, that story I can page through ends in 2009. (Someday electronics might rule the world and be able to emulate this to my satisfaction, but that day is not here yet. I hope it comes soon-ish and is accompanied by anti-gravity bras and other useful technology.)
With that, it's obviously time for bed. : ) Cheers! (And thanks for reading, faithful ones. You are the cherry on top of the sundae.)
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