I’m a mystery. Especially to myself.
Knowing that will help answer the question: “Where did your blog go?”
One morning I saw on Twitter that some woman had stolen some other woman’s online persona and was basically running a blog as this other woman. At the time, this blog was a little stagnant, so it just got me thinking about how weird it is to have a couple years worth of writing floating out there among the crazies – especially if I’m not updating it regularly. But I think I’m mostly over that now. If writing is art (and I think it is) I have to let myself be comfortable with my art hanging out there for the world to see.
There’s also part of me that identifies with a very specific dimension of my six year old girl, who is very clearly an artist. She’ll start drawing something, get a few pencil strokes on the paper that look to me like the beginnings of something beautiful, then drop her pencil and wad up the paper and start again. Maybe that’s why you see me goof with the template so much and why I’ve been on Blogger, then self-hosted and now here. Every now and then it just feels right to wad it up and start over in the hopes that the new thing will be a better version.
If you’ve had the patience to keep visiting here, thank you. I’m glad for you.