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Back when ProsePetals was first conceived online (since she existed WELL before the internet), deleting journal entries (in dAt other place) was a common occurrence. Except I never *really* deleted most of them. I simply saved them and filed them away. Many of them would later be revised and shared in my personal blog...and in a few cases, in the WSE blog.
Over in my personal blog, there are 976 entries dating back to August 21, 2009. In nine years, I've written nearly 1,000 blog entries (probably more, because th
I started to write a full journal entry about Game of Thrones and American politics.
I decided to...not. I saved all the words I started to write here to be rewritten properly for a blog entry. Not because I wish to avoid sharing it here, but because sharing it here would (guaranteed) be misinterpreted by folks who have a ridiculous tendency of turning things that have nothing to do with them into a mirror.
I dislike narcissists tremendously, and I won't feed them. I'll simply wish them well...far, far away from me...as I always have.
Just a few thoughts...
A couple of months ago, I had my 14th dAnninversary. That's weird. Doesn't seem possible it's been that long.
dA is celebrating its 18th birthday. That's even weirder. To think YoungestDeviant (https://www.deviantart.com/youngestdeviant) is only about two and a half years older than this place is just wild; and looking at the old art by ManiacOnAisleThree (https://www.deviantart.com/maniaconaislethree) is more than slightly surreal, given where he's at in life now.
It's tempting to put together a chapbook -- been thinkin' about it for such a long time, but that would also mean digging through my archives here. Most writers with any sense of pride at all have trouble delving through older writing
The other day I was chatting with a friend, and we got to talking about dA, and trying to remember when exactly it was we "met" here in this place. Neither of us could remember, and it'd been ages since we'd even peeked in here. I mean, for anything other than digging through our respective storage files. So many things have changed here, even as much as dropping in from time to time feels a bit like navigating one's hometown after decades gone by...the landscape remains similar, but the roads have changed or been added, new buildings and subdivisions...that sort of thing.
I had no idea that, come June, I'll have been here for 1