Sometimes I miss blogging. It gave me a sense of connectedness. It was fun and cathartic. But like every other thing I do it ended up feeling like work, and became anxiety producing. I recognise this is a fault in me. But there doesn't seem much I can do about that.
The other thing I grew to really dislike was how much of a competition blogging is to so many. And how many want to place you into a category. My mind can't be categorised. I suspect few can. But still, lots of people think a blog should be one thing or another, and without a label don't quite know what to do with it.
I am pulling down the pages, one by one, but oh so slowly. Chunks and photos still litter the pages. Laziness, inertia, sadness. I have left up one or two that seem important. Plus one that for some reason keeps getting hits, I haven't the heart to take it away from the folk who keep clicking.
Anyway, the blog is dead, long live the whatever comes next.
You can still contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org. But be sure to put something in the subject heading so I will know it's not spam, I rarely open emails I am unsure of.
(And you, Constant Reader. I do miss you.)