from the personal pages on the patio beneath a crescent moon in the company of good smokes and cheap beer.
“Sadness mingles with pleasurable comfort on this evening as I write farewell to the blog that has been mine for 5-1/2 years (including the migration from Vox to WordPress).
Leaving a blog that has been so very much of my heart soul and writership — talents, skills, abilities and passions to write and articulate — is like a death. IS a death. It is the readership and scant (at best!) involvement and interaction on which the decision to leave is founded. Another more engaged readership and I’d stay.
Destiny is calling. Can’t entirely articulate what that means other than to say that I’m not happy with the silent majority (at the blog) or supported. It is time to move on into and toward a readership that recognizes and appreciates who I am, as a writer.
Still, the grief is palpable and not light … With tremendous sadness and not some anger I bid adieu and happy trails to the faithful readers of allycatadventures born waterbaby.vox.”
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Until such time that I am planted elsewhere, I shall pop in to visit the cast of characters who have journeyed alongside (some of them from vox) as well as post when the passions for writing won’t let me alone.
For now, I want to thank the faithful readers for their consistency, their loyalty, their presence and most of all their voices. Your presence and commentary were chief in extending the life of the blog. You are the sparks and stars in an unmarked silent sky.
Be well, my friends. Write well and if you cannot, read well.
I leave you with a handful of quotes from an authority of the word, wit and wisdom, the irrepressible and irascible Samuel Clemens:
Don’t go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.
God made the idiot for practice, and then He made the school board.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
Last week I stated that this woman was the ugliest woman I had ever seen. I have since been visited by her sister and now wish to withdraw that statement.
“Classic.” A book which people praise and don’t read