Life's been interesting. As I was growing very weary of everything, Stevil advised me to take a couple days off from all communication. I did. And not only to catch up with things that I'd been wanting to do. Things needed to change and a couple decisions came of it. One being to dump Facebook.
While it was great for reconnecting to long-lost folks, that's done now. We have our email addresses and will be in touch. I gave it 5 months, and as my friend Raz says, "It's been swell but the swelling has gone down now." The carping and snark isn't worth it. I've seen good friends argue viciously and vindictively. If I never see another photo of a cat or some inane or trite saying it'll be too soon. And lately fully one-third of the page is intrusive advertisements culled from their spying on your browsing and your friends. I've had chest pains for the last 3 months, and they went away while I was off FB. Obviously, I wasn't built for that bizarro world. But I won't take my page down. Once in a while I'll go look at George Takei and Awkward Band and Musicians for a laugh, but the rest is over. As of Sunday the 31st I won't be part of the circus.
In the connections vein, when I posted about leaving FB, two editors contacted me and asked if I'd like to write columns for their publications. We're discussing these possibilities now. So some good has come of it.
I also was getting very guilty that this blog had become an afterthought in my life after being a central part for so long. Interacting with 30 or more people a day is draining and I'd find myself with nothing left for neither blog nor book, day after day. I've been neglectful and my blog should be a priority. You guys have been with me through joys and sorrows and I've let you down. Mea culpa.
In those 2 days a new direction came to mind for the story I'm writing. It explains a lot of who and what the characters are and where their thoughts and reactions come from, so back to that I go, as well. Fiction writing brings me a freedom of mind and the joy of creativity, things sadly lacking on Fecebook.
The best journeys are like going to Oz and coming home, and that's what FB has been to me. I gained and regained connections I couldn't have gotten anywhere else. I was entertained and horrified, but ultimately the best place is where I was already. It's nice to come home.
Back Once More
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