False Start

I've tried, but I don't seem to have it. Much as I'd like to return to the sort of writing I was doing earlier in Surgeonsblog, it's not happening. It's as if I'm in a darkened house with many rooms, but all the doors are locked. In a deja vu sort of way, I know there is stuff behind the doors, but it's inaccessible. Familiar, yet out of reach.

Re-reading old posts, I feel envious of the person who was able to write them, and of the good I feel it did, not to mention the wider world it created for me. But now I'm an interloper in my own life. It feels unnatural. Or, at least, unavailable.

So we'll see. I'm rummaging around in my brain, but so far it's like showing up for an Easter Egg Hunt. A day late.

To anyone who may have wandered here for the first time, I invite you to check out the "Sampler" post, for a sense of direction. Meanwhile, I'll keep trying.
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Sesqui Semimillionaire

Blogging a little over one and a half years, it seems I recently passed the half-million mark in page views (small potatoes by the standards of the big boys; but to me, significant.) I discovered the joys and perversions and obsessions of site counters only after having been doing it for a while, but the arithmetic would seem correct. I find it amazing. As time has passed there's been an increasing sense that I'm blogging not just for myself; and whereas that could be considered overly self-important, I mean to say that it's gratifying and thrilling that people actually read my tappings from a laptop situated in a small town in a small corner of the planet. And find use for them! As I said on Dr A's radio show, I hadn't considered when I started, nor was even aware of the many unexpected and entirely pleasant ramifications of blogging. It's very cool.

I've gotten only a few insults, and more than a lot of really nice comments; even a little outside notice, once or twice. And I feel I've made actual friends (as opposed to entirely "virtual." They seem pretty real.) Thanks.