Then, over the weekend I wasn't feeling so great so I didn't blog for a few days. Last Sunday would have been my Sunday morning Book Reviews with Susan. In my email, I got questions from friends and some people I don't know asking me if I were OK. You haven't been blogging. You are not your normal self.
I was deeply touched that people noticed that little ole me disappeared for a few days. And suddenly, blogging makes sense to me. In this increasingly complicated world, where it is difficult and yet extraordinarily easy to have human connectivity, sometimes the speed of life makes it necessary to send out your thoughts in bites of zeros and ones, just to have time to connect.
It makes the isolated life of writing bearable I think. I guess that's why my author pals all told me to blog. If there is another reason, I don't know it. And frankly, it really doesn't matter to me.