Chicken Sheets is On the Loose spanned nearly two relationships and was beamed from at least three different apartments and houses. By the time I had some strange fit and took it down, I’d written about seven or eight hundred posts that had been viewed tens of thousands of times.
Besides my sister, I have no idea who else was reading that blog.
There have been several times over the years that I tried to get back into the habit of blogging, but none of those attempts worked out. Maybe I’m too young to blog; perhaps my age has not advanced to the point at which I am left with nothing to occupy my mind except blogging.