Well, I haven’t made any posts since Christmas, and only a handful since the start of the pandemic, and here I am making three or four posts in the span of a day. Thanks, TypePad, for imploding and forcing my hand!
It’s not that I haven’t had thoughts for the last five years or so. I even wrote some down! With a pen on paper. I think I just got, well, less certain that the words needed to get out there. I definitely became less comfortable with writing in order to figure things out —at least, where everyone can see. It seems fraught, these days, to let a half-formed idea out into the world; even in order to invite people of good will to critique and answer it, and so to help sharpen it through friction. Maybe because there seems to be less good will out there? Or more ill will. Certainly—as today’s local news indicates—there is something out there, unpredictable: what spasm next, responding to who-knows-what?
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I perhaps ought to write about that, but don’t want to. It’s so close; I am bound to know someone touched by it. No one wants the national news turned on their own city for something this dire and awful. No one wants that kind of attention. None of us want people who don’t live here to tell us the reasons why it happened here, while they go on thinking that it cannot happen to them.
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I had planned to pick the blog up for a few weeks here in September. We’ll see if I manage. Maybe the timing is good, this forced move to WordPress. Be patient with the formatting—I have to figure out what I am doing—and I will try to prioritize checking in here. Maybe you’ll see some photos.
Thanks for visiting. Au revoir? No—à bientôt.
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