…as I notice that I’ve just passed the 5,000th posting before the five-year anniversary of Spinning in late October.
How could I have had so much to say?
Maybe it’s time to retreat, to go back to doing instead of writing about what was. Noticed also that I’ve passed the 600 mark in twittering and that’s just been going on perhaps since February or so. There are also hundreds of entries on Hypercompendia and those hundreds more on weblogs I’ve since shut down like Morning Stories and Talespinning and the first months of Hypercompendia that I wiped out in a tantrum.
I’ve got to get back into finishing up the setup of a real website that I started back in March. Or maybe just get back to doing things that give me something to write about someday when I’m old and tired and smiling. And willing to write about why.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
Do you have to write about something? Can’t you write about nothing? Nothing doesn’t lock you into an obligation, doesn’t open a door to tedious introspection. Be like water, Susan.
Yeah, well…I’m feelin’ too old lately to DO so maybe I’ll just fantasize and write about that. Is that water or fire?