(Third blogiversary post.)
From a summit
the only way leads down.
Starting this site, three years ago, it felt like I had a mountain to climb.
Chronically ill. Isolated.
The last of our family line.
Worried a lifetime’s creative output might be lost, once I died.
Eager to preserve some work, I blogged.
Through pain, exhaustion, vertigo, brain-fog, depression, infections, migraines,
technical ignorance, self-doubt, and bereavement.
Told regularity was important, I stuck to Sunday posting.
Never missed a week.
Yet, now I’ve reached a kind of end.
Until this point the path’s been clear:
edit, then upload, past work.
But, after 224 posts, seeing poetry and prose all published,
the future looms uncertain.
Anxiety has risen.
I fret over not being a proper blogger.
Thinking my existence too dull to write about.
Should I just stop?
What to do next?
Here are three basic options:
1) Take a break?
(Which risks resumed oblivion.
Would anybody even notice I’d gone?)
2) Recommence Daily Notes?
(Presently terminated at 2012.)
(My concern is, these notes turn increasingly political, from 2013.
Since politics are notoriously divisive, I fear alienating valued followers.)
3) Recycle forgotten items?
(During the first eight months my blog remained text only; and under-tagged.
Views were very low.)
I could update selected early pieces.
Thus keeping things active: while leaving more mental energy,
for new writing.
(There’s also a novel, left unfinished.)
In seven days
a choice must be made!
I am sincerely grateful for your support.
And hope you continue visiting my site. 🙏
Comments are always VERY welcome.
Thanks for reading!
(Art on the blog is mine.)
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