Tavi Gavinson wrote that and I was like, yeah, that! Yeah, the world still fascinates me and I still feel compelled to write and sketch and put things into words, but not necessarily publicly. Sometimes I want to do that, but less and less often. I like letter writing, if I'm going to share words these days, and I like typing in blank computer documents and I like making lists on my skin and I like rambling in notebooks or with a permanent marker in a public place. Sometimes I even switch the video camera on and talk into it or behind it. Pastels, occasionally paint, lots of ink, spilled ink even.
At the same time, occasionally I get such an urge to fling a thing or things out into cyberspace, and I guess this blog seems like the place to do it, except for the days I choose tumblr. Sometimes I miss the habit of blogging, but mostly I don't, obviously, I guess, because I do it so little.
Ummm, I feel there should be a banner waving to end this post, like, I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE ("oh but darling I am going places!") or maybe I'm just trying to say for those of you who still come here I love the interaction of blogging/bloggers and that is what I miss, but also, you know, I am still blogging. I'm not jumping ship yet. Even if it's, like, once a month is all, or a sudden influx of once a week, whatever, I still like this thing. And I do a lot of blog reading, still, because people are amazing and the words and thoughts and openness and expression to be found online is an amazing thing to me.
I don't think I've ever blogged about blogging before (hallo!) and I've certainly never begun (and never will) a post saying "SORRY IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE MY LAST POST LOL" because that's annoying, and I'm not apologizing here I am simply rambling and putting words into the ether because that can be, now and then, a really nice thing to do—

