Collapsing

It took less time that I expected, but I suppose I'm alright now. Not exactly as I was before, of course, but back into life nevertheless. After all, I've been through this before, and I'm fine. There are things in life that we will never know the answers to. In trying to make sense of things, sometimes the most sensible thing to do is to simply throw away the questions and walk through darkness into light, where answers are not in the form of words but in vapors, colors, and wind. Life, though short, is beautiful that way.


My friends have been wonderful, and my family, especially my Dad, has been just perfect. Thank you so much to everyone for all the comments on my blog, the emails, the text messages, the heady conversations over lunch and coffee and cake, and the phone calls -- especially the ones at 2 a.m. Thank you also for the quiet, for the space, for the time, and for the not-asking-too-much. Thank you for understanding that I don't have the answers, and thank you for being there when I, the normally sensible writer, was not really making much sense. Thank you also for the talk about everything else, about book publishing, about Miss Jean Brodie, about Aimee Bender, about djinns, about J.K. Rowling, about Penguin books, about James Joyce, about numbers, about maids, about showbusiness, about old houses, about stalkers, about shoes and old movies and myopia. There's nothing like intelligent, rambling, off-tangent talk during a crisis to show us how strong -- and surprisingly fun -- our support group is.

So of course, this blog is moving again. I have added a few new things in the sidebar, such as links to the other blogs that have reviewed my blog, and a link to my library catalogue at The Library Thing. This is an ongoing project that will most likely never end, but it's definitely worth the expanse of time. As for the links, I'll keep adding and will not remove any, because many readers have been using this blog as a portal to the other reading and writing blogs, and I'm happy to be of assistance. I've also placed shortcut links to my favorite posts. Out of all my 73 posts, there are a few that I really like, and they provide a glimpse to the kind of writing that I do and the kind of person that I am.

And finally, the inevitable collapse -- of the old, I mean. I used to show all my posts on the front page of this blog, but last month I collapsed the older posts and showed just the most recent forty posts on the front page, which effectively created my archives. Now I'm further collapsing the front page to only fifteen, and will let the rest -- the past, so to speak -- fall back, to finally occupy the space it deserves. In an effort to let bygones be bygones, I'm letting archives be archives.