Siddity in the City

I have officially reached the point where I feel I have too many online properties. Between this blog (occasionally tended), the safe-for-people-who-know-my-name-but-aren’t-my-friends blog, the public radio blog (to which I infrequently contribute), the goofy consumer edit I churn out (a few times per week), and the occasional food/drink work I do (in drips and drabs), I feel scattered. Spread thin, doing a bit of everything, so I feel as though I’m accomplishing something, but not producing anything I’m terribly excited to have a hand in. I’m on the fence; do I walk away from all the web, or should I become more entrenched? Some days I’m less inclined to engage than others.

But I love the internet, for so very many reasons. There’s a new reason every day. Currently, I am loving it for providing such clear and frequent windows into the lives of truly, magnificently, grandly creative people. In the last hour, I have toured the writing spaces of various sci fi and fantasy authors, peeked at Amanda Palmer’s process during the recording of Who Killed Amanda Palmer, and checked in with Neil, who has won an Audie (I think this post is Neilean for SQUEEEEEE!) and who has lots of nice cats and a pony-sized dog named Cabal.

And seeing all that, and the ever-ready determination of folks like KDC/TLF, I get the feeling I should always, always be doing more, not less.

I’ll try. We’ll see how that goes.