I didn't forget you. I think about you all the time: words bubble out of me and splurt onto a page...but for several years now they've been better kept in other places.
For one thing, stories involve people. Real people. People who probably shouldn't have their interactions with me sub-anonymously sprayed out in a forum where technically, everybody could see. For another thing, sometimes I think the writing is for you, but it's not. It starts out pretty, then jumbles and snarls, and a few hours later I thank my computer for the therapy session and stuff the pages into a folder on my computer and then go to bed.
Sooner or later, I want the words to go farther. And hopefully, be packaged more neatly than the garbled stuff that comes out of my mouth when I normally feel the urge to share my thoughts and feelings.
No promises on chronological order. No promises on consistent theme. Someday, the blog can be predictable. For now, it's mostly for me.
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