Thanks to everyone who has gotten in touch with wholly unnecessary, but very much appreciated good wishes.
I am rethinking what I’m doing here at Creek Running North, but there’s a lot of distance between “business as usual” and ending the blog.
For a time at least, this blog will be a lower priority in my life. I may decide to get rid of some of its functionality. I’m not sure. Things like Site Meter and Technorati are a potential sink of time and obsession, but they also provide ways for readers to find my work… and I am not so independent an artist that I don’t want new readers.
Not that y’all aren’t perfectly good readers yourselves, of course.
Posts will be less frequent. Posts written in anger will probably cease to exist. Thus, there will likely be less politics here. It’s an obsession for me, but I’m not saying anything that 30,000 other people in the parrotsphere aren’t already saying. It’s obvious I will not be able to write about natural history, or culture, or my life story without writing about politics. But the simply political, the mindless partisanship and circular firing squads and reflexive vented spleen have sufficient venues.
I spent a little time over the past couple days looking at some of the first posts from the first few weeks of this blog. Look at June 2003, for instance. There is a clarity to those posts that I find compelling. Compelling, and largely absent from my recent thrashing.
I want to get back to that. And I want to shrink this blog down to its rightful size in my life, and get the off-line work done that will last beyond my ISP’s next system crash.
So fewer posts, and better-written, and of course I will have something on Thursday for Blog Against Racism Day, and some follow-up posts and pointers to other folks’ BARD offerings. (I did make a commitment to you guys, after all.) And I expect The Irascible Gardener to be ready real soon now. Honestly.
And thanks again.

