A funny thing happened during the course of writing in this blog; its original purpose evolved in a way I didn't expect.
In the blog's early days, when I commented on the fact that I kept a blog, people asked what kind. 'For writing about myself,' I admitted. 'Oh,' they replied, 'Why?' 'To let my family and friends know how I'm doing,' I told them. 'Oh,' they replied again in a way that made me think I had six heads. There always followed a pause and a change of topic.
I changed the blog to cover different topics on different days. That went well for a while with my 'Sporting Rants and Raves' as well as the 'It's Personal' posts. I seemingly gave to all of you - my ten consistent readers - something that might pique your respective interests. But I realized that I wasn't writing what I wanted to write. I was writing what I perceived you wanted me to write. And I perceived you wanted to know about me and about what I thought.
And you did. But I didn't need to tell you about myself and my thoughts as explicitly as I did. The stories are, in a sense, too true. They have little of that spirit that makes stories good. Instead, I can tell you just as much about myself in a story about an old demented man who escapes confinement to meet his friends for hockey or in a story about a young man running for his life from someone seemingly intent on catching him.
In my first post, I declared that I would use the blog as a conduit for others to keep up with me. I proceeded to post about my political views, my partner, my current job, my dogs, and my past. Well, my political views have evolved. I am no longer with that partner. I am no longer at that job. I no longer have the dogs. And with a bad memory, even my past drifts further into obscurity every day.
In this, my last post in this blog, I promise nothing in the future except, perhaps, a few stories that might steal you away to places you do - and sometimes don't - want to go. That said, be on the lookout for some of my fiction - old and new - on a new site.
Until next I write...
TD
