The One Where I Shut Down the Blog

No. Not today.

Facebook memories can be weird things. Sometimes I’m reminded of special times, special moments. Sometimes I read them and say “what…whut?”

So color me surprised when yesterday a memory popped up that I titled “All My Blogs Are Packed, I’m Ready to Go.”

I wrote:

“This post has been brewing for quite some time now. I’m closing down The Write Side of My Brain. No, it’s not a stroke. In a sense, it’s a preventative measure against a stroke.”

Well, that didn’t last.

What makes this weirder is that I can’t find that post. At some point, Facebook was posting the whole text of the blogs. Best I can figure it was something I wrote in and around the time I was switching domains from paid to free and back to paid again.

I know you’re thinking “OMG the last twelve years have been bad enough, how could we have made it


without The Write Side of My Brain?”

Okay, maybe you’re not thinking that.

But I have to think about what has happened in that time, particularly here with the blog.

I didn’t, as so many gurus have told me I could, turn this into a money-making machine, for only $499…today only.

I didn’t finish and publish the Great American Novel™.

I did finish and self publish my script, and saw it performed on stage.

I did spent a lot of time in theater, and working at the park.

Then there’s the whole red suit business that’s really beginning to define who I am.

The blog has changed multiple times over the years. Sometimes I do some brilliant writing. Sometimes, perhaps today even, I babble along.

The following is growing. It’s not in the thousands, well, it may be on a monthly basis.

I think, more than anything, what this re-surfaced post has done, is to remind me that it’s important to be adaptable, be willing to change, be willing to try new pathways.

So, here I am on a Monday.

I had a busy weekend. If you need to know about it, you already do.

I mean, this blog is obviously not paying for my retirement.


I didn’t say this was going away, just changing it up.

Commentary: American illiteracy, not books, is what’s to fear
Shaun Kenney in The Free Lance-Star
Today, it might be safer to argue we no longer live in a literate culture. Most of us can read; few of us read anything of merit. A literate person ought to read at least one book a week; that is, 52 books a year. Most American households have on average no more than 30 books. In poor urban communities, there might be one book for every 300 children. Instead, we stare into smartphones nibbling at dopamine like lab rats while mindlessly entertaining ourselves to death. Read More.


1883 – Douglas Fairbanks, American actor, director, producer, and screenwriter (d. 1939)
1910 – Artie Shaw, American clarinet player, composer, and bandleader (d. 2004)
1919 – Betty Garrett, American actress, singer, and dancer (d. 2011)
1928 – Rosemary Clooney, American singer and actress (d. 2002)
1933 – Joan Collins, English actress
1958 – Drew Carey, American actor, game show host, and entrepreneur


The Lord will keep you from all harm—
he will watch over your life;
the Lord will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.

Psalm 121:7–8


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