had over 1,200 entries and that was getting close to full. I don't want to trim it by deletion. I did that once, much to my dismay. Will be used more for poetry.
Watt's Gnus (18+) On topics and today's gnus. Definitely opinionated. Set to 18+ for a reason. #1439092 by Kåre เลียม Enga
come out of a need to share interesting stuff I come across. When I was young I did a small newsletter named as such. (or was it column in the newsletter? Been 30 years... I think.)
is where I put my flash fictions. Maybe someday I'll figure it out and have enough good ones to publish. Ratings vary and some are hidden from view.
I've started an appendix (I no longer have one personally) to keep track of my Space Cadet journals for Space Blog. It's a work constantly under construction. Mind the mess.
Blogville (XGC) Where bloggers meet and greet to read and share. No required prompt. Alias: blogville. #2253938 by Kåre เลียม Enga
is for posting personal blog entries in hope that folks will comment and post their blog entries there as well. I will be commenting on all blog entries posted. It's my effort to rebuild a blogging community.
Lots of things checked . That's good, right? Or did you just list those checked? Doesn't matter. Sounds like reasonably good trip. Relax now and recover.
At least the Lions made it forward. The first time since 1991.
It was a winter 80 here with cool shadows. Started with rain by the shore that washed out to sea. The sun tried to dodge the clouds all day, but it was a losing battle. Did flash green as it ducked goodbye heading your way.
Winter Wonderin' Wanderin' You capture the purpose of this blog. Balance is elusive for me. If I'm depressed I can see my accomplishments. If I'm smug I can see the pain. If I think I haven't lived... I must admit that I once was alive.
Ah, this is life, the mundane mixed with moments of wonder. We need to eat so ,we think about it, prepare for it, do it. We need to socialize so, we seek it out wherever we can find it. Sometimes, we need to wander without any goals or purpose. We observe. We marvel. We breathe. Not everything requires scheduling.
On December 9, 2003 I started to write a letter to a friend, a letter that needed to be written, but one I didn't dare send. It morphed to become a journal.
I wrote every day for years, even when I travelled. At the beginning of this year (March 20th) on page 5174 (book 66) I wrote:
{quote}Still love you ____... but that was a decision made long ago. The echo seems weak, but it's the only voice I have & the only words that matter — when you're old looking back.{quote}
I only wrote 64 pages in the previous year (177). There had been seasons I wrote more. This year I have a May/June gap and another 8/8 till 12/1. I'm on page 5191.
My blogs do not make up for it. Many entries are my thoughts and opinions; my journal is my heart.
Robert Waltz has blogged every day for two years. My thoughts?
I started my journal, knowing I could stop writing whenever I wanted. But after awhile it was my old-blue-green blankie that I didn't want to give up. It helped me get through Oklahoma, Colorado, Kansas, Costa Rica and Montana and was there for me on all my trips. I had so much built up inside that needed to be put on a blank-page where it couldn't be denied. Still, I held back. I still do. But after all this time there's still much more to share with a friend I talk to but haven't seen in 18 years and 7 months (as of tomorrow).
My advice? You can always walk away. You owe no one anything. But... if it helps you express yourself than you may wish to continue. And if you miss a few days? It won't matter. As you know the 'pen' can always be picked up again.
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