Perhaps I should take the hint. (When was that last thing I wrote? A month ago?) But I am writing every night, writing in bad, scratchy handwriting, spilling out the things that won't let me sleep, and those piles of papers get deposited in stacks on the floor, on my desk. Years later, I am finding old, scribbled-on receipts in drawers, wondering what I meant by "matt black and fiction."
I've always been terrible at keeping a journal, and this blog has become my substitute, my way of storing memories while retelling them for others, but I'm always being bombarded with these other things I can't stop thinking about, things I just need to sort out on paper somewhere, and I'm not sure a European update blog is quite the place for that.
So I'm starting a new place.
Shar Meets World will keep on keepin' on right here. In a year, I'll probably scold myself for creating this need to maintain divergent blogs, but I like organization, and double-blogging seems like the best way to manage my brain right now. If you're interested at all, you can visit the second home for all my words over here, all the poetry and stream-of-conscious thought that usually gets pressed into essay about everything and nothing. And if you're not interested, I still like you.
And one of these days, I'll bring my computer home and tell you all about what it's like to wear blue for three weeks in a row.