Day: March 31, 2006

When I first began writing for this blog a year ago, it was for one real purpose – to have an excuse to write. I love writing. I love the power of the written word. And I love what it makes of me.

It was to be an experiment. Could I post consistently for a year? Write enough, speak interesting enough, believe enough, to do it? More than a diary, it became a sampling of my private life. The things I think of, the places my mind goes.

And I have succeeded, I believe.

I’m an intensely private person, which may seem at odds with having a blog detailing my private thoughts. A blog that anyone, with the proper inclination, can read. I hoard my time and my thoughts selfishly. But sharing these words, here, with you, is different. It isn’t the anonymity, which is a thin veil at best. It is the potential of this space.

So what’s next? I’ve debated closing shop, moving on and finding other diversions. Because certain elements are so deeply ingrained in me, I fear some of my themes grow repetitive – that I’m not learning anything new in the constant examination of those ideas that fascinate me.

This blog sphere moves fast; I’ve lost count of the bloggers I’ve grown to love who came and went in the last year. And I wonder how quickly it would take for the sands of the network to wash up over my words.

But no, I don’t think I am done. Not yet.

I am going to take a small month-long break. To determine what it is I am to be in the coming year.

In the meantime, I invite you, you who read me daily or occasionally, to leave a note on the door while I am gone. You’ll see the picture just above this post. Tell me why you read my words. Tell me why you write your own. Ask me a question, or make a suggestion. Share a memory inspired by something you read. Hate me, adore me. This is your chance to speak to the wolf and the man who shares its skin.

I promise to answer each note upon my return.

And then decide who I am going to be next.