Thursday, August 15, 2019


Cats. Walking on books for centuries.
I may not mention it here often, but I'm grateful for this blog, and for all of you who are still out there reading it after all these years.

I would be grateful to the blog, even without readers, because the one thing it has always done is keep me writing. Even when I'm writing nothing else, the blog has been there, keeping me limber.

Once upon a time, before my life was so full, I wrote all the time. Every day after work, or before bed, or in the morning. Whenever an idea struck me.

Then I got older, got busier, got married, got a lot more things to do that I didn't even always want to do, and writing for me drifted away for a while.

But the blog, which I started because I wanted to keep up with my far-flung sewing friends, remained. And I remained faithful to it, in somewhat sporadic fashion, and when the urge to write came back to me, at least I still remembered how to word.

Because of this blog.


Lisa Laree said...

I know what you mean. Sometimes I am certain I am talking to myself when blogging...but keep it up for some reason. Blogging is supposed to be out of style now, with everyone communicating via Instagram, but there's something about putting the words together that is satisfying. :-) I'm glad you've kept at it; it's been an amazing journey you have shared.

Lana said...

Always look forward to your posts! Anxiously awaiting your book!

patsijean said...

Ah, Karen. I have always enjoyed your blog and your "adventures". Please keep it up.

Karen said...

Thanks, Lisa, Lana and Patsijean. Glad to know there are still people out here, though I'd probably be talking to myself even if no one ever commented. My handwriting is atrocious, so writing in a journal means I'd either have to write very slowly and clearly, or never be able to go back and read a word!

Kris C. said...

I don't comment often, but I do keep up on reading! Although I tend to read in spurts about every other week. It's good to see what you've been up to!