I realize that I never speak of politics here, or the war. It is not, as it may seem, that they are not on my mind. I watch, read, and listen to the news -- no doubt more than is good for me. Anyone who knows me in "real life" would tell you that I hold strong opinions, and articulate them well. But not here.
And less often in general. Is it age? Illness?
Despair?
Yesterday it was 78 degrees here, a record high. I sat in my garden with my notebook. I've hardly had a pen in my hand since I began this weblog. Noisy spring, birds and squirrels courting and quarreling, a wasp cruising the edge of the pond.
I think it may be time to ease off here a bit, go back to paper. Go outdoors; go inside.
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Outdoors is good; maybe you just need a laptop and wireless access? ;-)
(Be sure to stop back in and say hello every now and then.)
Posted by: Wulfgar | 31 March 2004 at 10:36 AM
A lot of people blog about any old thing. I love to read that sort of blog, but for some reason I've resisted writing one ... My "Vivid" has stayed pretty focused on writing, and as a result reads like the outward sign of an inward life. The only outward thing are the reports from the adventures in publishing.
I do have an outward life in politics and movies and whatever -- the least personal part of my life, but for some reason the one I've choosen not to share. I think your impulse might be the same.
Not that I know what that means.
Posted by: Erin | 02 April 2004 at 08:33 AM
". . . the outward sign of an inward life . . ."
yes.
Posted by: SB | 02 April 2004 at 06:04 PM