the end is not yet

I've been blogging for nearly a year now. For most of that time this was a place I came to when I wanted to figure things out. Or to tell friends what was going on in my life. Or simply to write.

I sat down tonight to write a new entry. I couldn't think what to write. When I can't think what to write, I do a timed free write. Where you just start writing and not worry about what comes out. I did one and it was good. But I didn't post it. It was too personal.

And even now, with this entry, I wanted it to unfold in such a way that would make what I'm about to do make sense. But even that requires too much soul-baring. For reasons I've touched on before, this is something I'm becoming less and less inclined to do in public.

So there's nothing left to do but do it.

If this blog is a place, I'm leaving it. So don't bother looking for me here.

I don't know if I'll come back, or what it will be if I do. Or what I'll be if I do.

I just know that whatever function it served in my life before, it doesn't now. If I want to figure things out, I've got a head, and if that fails, a journal. If you want to know what's going on in my life, you can contact me directly. If I want to write for the sake of writing, I have my journal.

I guess that's it.

So long. And thanks for reading.