TODAY THE SWORD WILL BE MIGHTIER

I have neglected you blog, I am sorry.   Life happened, and you were put to the back burner for bigger things. I have found that the crap I really want to talk about and dish are things best left unblogged for the people that I like and know me. I wouldn't want them to look at me differently after....  The best part of a private journal is the no holds barred aspect. You kinda loose that when your mom reads your blog and then asks you what DP means. Ah well, maybe anonymous IS the way to go, that or hand write a diary again. I could try to get philosophical with you and compare the quality of friendships and relationships and how blogs interfere with them. Talking and passing stories in person and judging reactions and expressions instead of reading planned out words. How one's thoughts become generic to conform to how one wants to be perceived by all others as a group, instead of taking into consideration each personality that you communicate with. Even exploding thoughts and feelings to justify emotions and try to seem interesting to get that coveted comment.

That went off topic didn't it? Maybe it seems that I'm bashing blogging. I'm not. I love reading other's words and how they go from point A to point B in their lives. He graduated with honors, got the house, car, wife and kids, wrote the great american novel. Blogging is what happens between the lines, and that's the good stuff.

I know the truth of it. I've been unhappy with my blogging experience. First I tried to theme my blog. Writing and criticizing books and showing connections between what I was reading and my life. Then I got caught up in the html and the way everything looked. I tried just blogging the big things going on, sort of updating the world of my everyday doings. It's all left me unsatisfied.

So, here I am. Truly unable to blog. I should return to writing secrets on slips of paper and putting them in library books for others to find. Instead, I am going to experiement. It will be my last attempt at blogging. I'm going anonymous and bearing all. I'm not daring you to find me, that thought scares me. Perhaps I'm just updating for the last time. I'm not closing my account, I still love to read Your stuff.

 Besides, I will have to tell you how "the experiement" is going.