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.