I'd feel like crap if someone close to me died tomorrow and I couldn't use that title because it was already used.
Ah well. Titles are durn hard to come up with and I'm grateful I don't have to write about someone near, dear, and departed. I'd much rather talk about dead blogs.
Since I didn't write for a couple of weeks (but I thought about writing), I started to wonder if my blog was dead. I didn't want it to be, but I know myself. Ask anyone who's started a correspondence with me, and they'll tell you that I begin full tilt boogie and peter out.
I didn't want that to happen. If there's dead bark over my blog, I want someone to come along, chip away at the surface, and pronounce it wick.
There's a ton of dead blogs floating around the internet. Spooky ghost towns of thought. The tumult of daily multiple entries and the flurry of comments are coated with ether dust. The last blog reads a date of months ago.
I can't stay in those blogs for long. Too much like hanging out in a mausoleum. I back myself out and forget the address, feeling vaguely disturbed at my trespass.
Anyone could see why I wouldn't want that fate to befall this place. If there's only two kinds of blogs, I want mine to be on the side of the quick.
I'm a little afraid that Joe Hill's abandoned his blog. I know he's busy and all with the book tour, but he hasn't updated since mid-November, and I'm going to miss reading his entries.
But I'm probably being alarmist. Two weeks do not a dead blog make. As my own example shows.