They have their exits and their entrances – AS YOU LIKE IT, II vii

This one is important. Not to the world – ack, not right now – but to me, a bit. I ask to hear from you.

Should I keep on doing this?

I started this blog because I had a year – longer, really, if you include the six months or so of good gigs and stories built up before that – of solid, all-encompassing Shakespeare employment. That hasn’t stopped entirely, but it’s certainly slowed down, and during this same time the world has, to say the least, picked up.

I have some ideas of interesting directions for the blog, including some interviews I’d like to do, a whole line-by-line breakdown of a role I’ve prepared for, and other things that might be fun, but I was also born just long enough before the internet that I a) lack the Beckettian compulsion to express into what may well be a vacuum (which much of the world’s blogging community possesses in spades), and b) have pre-millennial thumbs, as my phone constantly reminds me. That last one’s not really relevant, but man. I’m a good speller, I swear. Yet the phone wants me to look illiterate. It clearly wants that, in some dark HAL 9000/Edgar from Electric Dreams way it wants that.

Which is to say I’m still enthusiastic about doing this, but not if I’m just (cringe-verb) journaling. I can do that in one of these blank books piling up around the house, without the bloggular trappings.

So I ask those of you who read this on occasion to take a second and drop the briefest of lines – I’m not sad/desperate for approval/seeking testimonials; just a wave or a thumb or any small assertion of non-vacuum will suffice – so I have some idea of whether or not to continue with regular posts in this world where much of your blog-skimming time is necessarily devoted to finding out what may or may not kill you today.

Thanks!