Some time ago I lost the will to blog. I would sign in, read a few blogs, turn to mine and sit by the blank white box, wondering what to do. There seems to have been a form of writers block.

I suppose I was afraid of having nothing new to say. Also, I was aware of prying eyes. A couple of years ago I seemed to acquire something akin to an internet stalker, who read my blog, and followed me home. It was a strange experience.

I toyed with the idea of beginning a new, more anonymous blog. However, I may renew my efforts here. I'll see.