... and abysmally long. If you read this whole thing, I should probably send you cookies. Or maybe Peter Gabriel should, since this can all be traced back to his influence and is thus his fault.
So, as I said a few days back, a lot of the bloggers I really liked reading have called it quits recently. And like I said, it depresses me a little; I mean, it is sort of like having a friend move away and knowing they aren't going to write or call and that you are going to lose touch and wonder about them from time to time as years go by.
And it makes me sort of wonder about what a friend of mine calls the "writing bug." Her opinion is, if you are a writer, you WRITE. You don't care if anyone reads it, you might be motivated to try getting published, but more often than not you don't, it's just a Thing You Have to DO. I sort of figure most people who blog have the writing bug. (Well, yeah, some just really like fiddling with code and linking to porn on YouTube, but that's a different crowd.)