I haven't blogged since July- that's almost half the year.
The blog sat. From time to time it called my name, got added to my to do list, and thought about in my dreams.
Do I care if I blog only for me - or do I blog for others or is this whole experience just a public journal interspersed with a personal pattern catalog? Do you want to come along for the ride? Do you miss me - or even notice when I'm gone?
Should I stay or should I go. Does anyone hear my words, like my posts, know my blog thoughts?
Would I be missed, would my patterns be lost on little slips of paper and my crafty ideas waft out of my brain without a mention?
Am I weighed down by my blog or lifted?
I still don't know.
I'm not ready to quit- I don't want to create a set of blog rules for myself, but I am not ready to end my blogging authorship.
Sometimes I write blog posts in my head and they never make it to the keyboard and the world wide web. Sometimes I forget my own blog even exists in my RSS reading list -because it's never bold anymore, begging me to click on it to see my latest updates.
I read the blogs I follow pretty much every day. I know the writers, the authors, their families - they don't know me at all. I visit their lives, see the scenes inside their houses, follow their patterns, create along side them - day in and day out - but they have no idea who I am, that I'm here - that I follow - that I know them.
It's a strange world the blogging world. Kind of weird and kind of wonderful.
So almost 6 months since my last post - I muse. Do I stay absent or do I become present. I don't know. Maybe blogs are just something I read and write and follow so I can justify the time to drink another cup of coffee...