Returning to blogging

I stopped updating my other, longer-running blog this past summer--a few weeks before Fall University classes started, actually.

I've felt content to be without a soapbox . . . but, after reading through two months of posts made about a year ago, I realized that there is a chance I am missing something in neglecting to record some of my thoughts every now-and-then. I consider keeping a paper journal, but remember the last time I tried this--and how I failed to keep it up for more than three consecutive nights.

The digital is familiar--if far less personal . . . but the lack of privacy, understood in a peculiar way, can be helpful--and especially so if I achieve any of my grandest goals. A classmate in my Romanticism class remarked today about how it is a shame that our world has largely lost the "art" of letter-writing. We were examining a selection of letters by Keats, and another classmate quipped, jokingly, that perhaps modern authors will have e-mails--but in the standard, average sense, of the two-line, incomplete sentence garbage most people seem to write.

I kept my thoughts to myself, thinking about blogs--in particular, those of current authors, like Neil Gaiman, who actually do make consistent contributions in a semi-personal way, somewhat like the letters that previous generations relied upon. Hence, I feel doubly-compelled to return to updating my own journal--but away from my first community, instead almost completely hidden on my own webspace (albeit with a link from that first community in case anyone still checks in from back there).

Much, yet little, has transpired since late July . . .

I don't feel like summarizing, and realize it would behoove me to get some sleep right now as I have a British Poetry exam to study for in the morning (having neglected to do so tonight). Then, farewell--

I wonder if I will regain my previous consistency, or if this will be a failed experiment . . .