I knew that I might spread myself to thin
Water creeping across a smooth glass
The edges get father away until…
I knew that I may lose myself in the pile
Papers stacked in chaotic mess
Buried deeper and deeper until…
A bit of FOMO, that’s fear of missing out
Not wanting to lose an opportunity
Posting, commenting, engaging until…
I forget
I ignore
The places that I signed up for
I hope I created
Words that satiated
Come visit me
To continue this wonderful journey…
When I started my writing journey, it was more for me than anyone else, but as I shared my creations, I realized that it was becoming much more. I enjoyed entertaining, making readers laugh, ruminate, and reflect. The digital world is a wonderful place to do this, yet it has its drawbacks. There are many wonderful sites like this one, where writers have the opportunity to share and connect. I am now tasked with choosing the places which best suit my needs. I have enjoyed sharing here, and I sincerely hope that you will visit me from time to time to support me in my writing journey. I didn’t want to leave without notice, if you have read my poem, “Blogbandonment” (on Medium), you will understand. I look forward meeting you again, somewhere, sometime, so until then…
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Still, over the years, many have left. I assume mostly because of aging and health problems rather than my comments to their work. And yes, authors who simply present themselves and their work that we are supposed to engage with, and then, don't take any time to read or engage any of our work, are unfortunately too common. But it certainly is a way to become overworked and still obscure.
Ron