That has been the question for so many years as I’ve observed the Internet filling with so many posts and blogs of minute-by-minute exploiters-of-lives, discarding thoughts, feelings, moments in the same way we toss refuse into the garbage.
Writers, especially, are expected to join the slough, self-publishing and -promoting to show that we can, indeed, write.
And that is what finally drew me back, though resist I have. Jefferson never promoted his writing, so why should I?
In the end, Jefferson’s first love was farming; mine is to write.
So I write here because I love to write, because I love finding that passing interests and readings arise in timely and well-suited fashion, because I love the rhythm and timing of well-chosen words, because the world is a curious place and I love to share.
Take this for what it is, then: an online résumé and profile showing my ability to write, showing the ways and rhythms of my mind.
I aim to write as voluminously and with at least as much interest and passion as T.J. – since he did not even love this so-called “drudgery.”
Oceans of Mine 