Why did I stop writing here? With the grace of 20/20 hindsight, there were a LOT of reasons. My daughter's journey would get tougher and tougher, and as I added work into the mix of raising two kids, it was one more thing I just didn't have time for. And well, that work thing. It sure does suck a lot of free time away, doesn't it? Even though I am still only part time. I will be honest, as much as I adored all the people on the blogosphere that were kind enough to grace me with their wit and time, I just could not keep up with the constant commenting that I felt was only fair to these wonderful people. So instead, what did I do? I did what any self respecting coward would do. I ghosted, of course. Not that I think my absence was enough to cause people to be distressed, but I feel badly if anyone felt slighted. Even as I write this, I feel like I am being waaaay too self important. Isn't that the whole point of a blog, though? Nobody writes a blog that doesn't
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But seriously, I don't really think so. I think we have too much sentimental attachment to them. And if my office clutter is any indication, we now have MORE paper to deal with rather than less.
Of course, that's a fervent hope rather than any blatant knowledge.
When I was a child, someone said that would happen by the time I was an adult... bizarrely, as there was no Internet or anything similar in those days. But book production increases every year, so it seems very unlikely it would ever stop.
I hope oranges--and books--keep sticking around for a long, long time.