Justlikeheathen: Bad Opendiarist

You know I feel it’s been a while since I had to preface almost every entry with a "sorry I don’t write or read or note" opener.

About that…

As you’ve probably noticed, dear reader, I almost never write here anymore. There are numerous reasons for this, most of which I’ve whined about earlier. However if I had to pick a prominent one is that I’m just not that kind of writer anymore. Not that I wouldn’t be the one I am today without having been that one first. There was a time when OD was extremely good for me. I’d recommend it for anyone who takes things like writing seriously, since having a format to write any twisted shit that comes into your head and *gasp* have it read by others is as valuable to the writer as sketchpad for an artist.

It’s different these days though. When I’m consuming about 90% of my creativity towards the latest wild novel, it’s easy for things like sketches, rants and whinging sessions to get sidetracked (to say nothing of being a good friend who checks up on his buddies regularly, especially when they’re still doing it for him).

No this isn’t the last entry. Not officially anyway. I’ll be leaving this diary open indefinitely, and who knows, maybe a thing or two will show up down the road (though probably faster on American Polymath, when it gets back up and running next year). But until then, let’s just say "see you later."

And, of course, thanks for all the love.