Thursday, May 9, 2013
I was crushed. Not just about the loss of all that writing, but more because the conversation had stopped. The unidirectional talk that I had been having with myself and my readers came to a sudden unexpected end. And when it finally came back, the connection had severed.
For a long time there was silence.
My writing is now hosted on blogger. Four hundred and seventy six posts later, the self expression dwarfs that of it's forebearer. Yet, I have taken no actions to record or backup my posts. Like a game of Russian Roulette, I keep hitting the publish button in complete denial. I have no explanation why I am paralyzed in taking such precautionary measures.
Many have told me to collate my posts into a book. They say to self publish or get an agent. I have contemplated many times. But I could no more anthologize than I could backup my blog. We don't record our conversations with our friends, our loved ones. We remember them.
And this, my friend, is my conversation with you. I spew forth the randomness and you sometimes respond. You comment, email, or retweet. We have a relationship, real or imagined, I can't always tell.
I guess it was never really about the specific words.
I was just trying to tell you things.
Posted by Jordan Grumet at 11:37 AM