Voices

I write every day, at least once a day.

It’s a compulsion of course.

It’s driven largely by the emptiness I feel when I go to one of my many favorite blogs and find nothing new to read.

Jackson rarely posts these days.

Neither does Mark.

Jerry stopped blogging over a year ago.

I don’t mean this as a criticism, merely a statement of fact.

I don’t feel that same emptiness when I visit Gotham Gal and there’s nothing there.

Because I hear her voice every day.

But I am sure that others do.

Blogs are voices. Blogs are people.

When they are there, it’s comforting.

And when they are absent, you miss them.

It’s really that simple.