Out of the blue, I remembered this blog. It’s been over a year since I posted, and even then it was the tiniest of essays–a micro-essay, I suppose.
I’ve fallen out of the habit of creative writing.
Partly it’s because I don’t have a lot to say these days–so many words out there floating around already, who needs more? Partly it’s because my little writing community drifted apart–I’m not the only one to have essentially retired from writing. And partly because I’ve become more enamored with taking literal snapshots of life via my camera than with weaving imagined snapshots into words.
Though all this is true, I’ve stopped short of closing down this site.
“I am finished with writing.” I thought as I skimmed through the archives. “What’s the point of keeping the blog?”
But even as I felt a momentary decision to close it down, I knew there doesn’t have to be point to keeping this blog. The truth is that the words will return one of these days–and they’ll need someplace to rest.