Through 2007, the number of posts I made per day/week/month decreased steadily. I know post new items 2-3 items a month, or less. After 2 years of steady entries, I just didn't have anything to add to the conversation.
Having been an A-list groupie for this entire period, I lost touch with the self-perpetuating scene. A comment that I saw on Top Gear summed it up: Jeremy Clarkson had another chat show host on, and they both commented on how all British chat show hosts end up appearing on each others shows.
That's how blogging began to feel to me. I began to step back.
I stepped back from true, active day-to-day management of GrabPERF.
I drifted, intellectually and emotionally.
I found the sharp edge of my humor, which had wandered off and gone hitchhiking through the British Isles disguised as Roger Daltrey for six months.
The last few weeks I have been asking myself if I want to go back to blogging, if I want to continue to produce the random ideas for the world to see.
The death of my grandmother a few weeks ago brought my world back into sharp focus. Who is going to see these stories, these tales? Who will be the keeper of my intellectual flame? What will people know of me when I fade away.
I will be trying to storm back. My brain is here.
I AM THOR, GOD OF THUNDER.
Ok...maybe that was delusional. But hang on for another wild ride.