I’M THINKING OF DUMPING MY BLOG –
been thinking it a while –
but is it one more step away from writing?
Or toward it?
I admitted to these very thoughts
while riding to church a few weeks ago
and wouldn’t you know it?
The morning’s passage included
“immediately they left their nets.”
I like that.
(Long before Nike’s “just do it”
were the first disciples.
They were more cutting-edge than me.)
So what’s the hold-up?
I will miss the friends I’ve met in cyberspace,
not that I won’t be in cyberspace,
but I think I’ll feel only half-in.
Now that I see that in print,
I realize my thinking on that is wrong.
This hadn’t struck me before.
(This is one reason writers write, says Joan Didion,
to find out what they are thinking.)
I’ve been blogging over a decade, so it’s a hard break,
like parting with a old sweater,
too tattery to be seen in
but there are so many memories attached.
Okay, my blog isn’t that tattered.
Still, sentimentality is often the obstacle to the uncluttered life, is it not?
But mostly the hold-up
is the cry of the platform-builders,
“You must blog.”
Did anyone actually say that
or is that how it got twisted in my mind?
I wish to say something fabulously acceptable,
I’m working on my doctorate
or going to do third-world orphanage work
or donating all my writing parts to a needy person
and so – apologies, apologies – I no longer can blog.
But I don’t have a noble cause to give as excuse.
And my faithful readers do not require it of me.
It is enough to say
I have nothing to say,
that what I have to say,
the topic closest to me right now,
the one I dedicate my peak writing time to,
which is as it should be,
doesn’t belong here,
and I belong where it is.
You are nodding. I know it.
A few times in my life I wondered how to explain to a friend a decision I made, only to discover no explanation was necessary.