A rude awakening

Note to self:
The world doesn’t need any more writers. More to the point: They specifically don’t need me. People don’t need to read my ramble.

There is no need for an online diary. It’s not like its ever changed and I rarely blog about important events.

An article I read a few weeks ago where someone snagged an online photo of a child and used it as part of an adoption scam. It made me very uncomfortable. Since everything is about Miss E now, well ... posting just isn't the same anymore.

With that said, there are people who would enjoy my stories if I would ever sit down and finish them. Not a published book, a simple story. No marketing – no publicity stunts – no creating a following. Just finish the stories for my self and for those people I actually physically know (and of course the “real” friends I have made online)

And yet, when I have something of value to share, I will still do that. I've moved the total obsession blog to a private view. I've created a new blog Attic Ghost where I will share parts of the world that I see. It will be more thought out. Pictures will be watermarked and my anonymity will be a bit stronger.

I can't go away forever. I love the personal blogs that I read. I love seeing other parts of the world through their eyes and I have to be able to reciprocate.