tonight. I do recall when I first learned about blogs it seemed they were all about writing. That quickly changed. Most of the blogs I follow or even stumble across now rely as much or more on photos than the written word. Even my journalist friend relies heavily on (his very wonderful) story- related photos. I have had a fondness for reading and writing since I was quite young, so tonight I indulge myself here.
I miss letter writing. I developed a mail phobia sometime after buying my house in the 90's, a kind of delayed post traumatic stress disorder reaction to being homeless while pregnant with my 5th kid. I sailed through the homeless period remarkably well, probably because I've always enjoyed change. I can always put some positive spin on change, while stagnation can weight me down into deep, suspended animation depression. Anyway, though I developed the mail box phobia, it was ok because I had email. I used to love early mornings at the computer with a big cup of coffee on a day off, kids at school. I'd write lovely, lovely emails. Now facebook and text messages have whittled down those long rambles of the written word to quick, little, and to the point notes. I don't ponder and write much anymore.
Thank God for the library and Kindle, I still read plenty.
It's still very odd to write what I think or what I feel for posting onto the internet. For all to see, forever, right?