I haven’t felt like weblogging for a while. Mostly I’ve been too busy feeling good: working hard, seeing old friends and new people and swimming a lot. And sometimes I’ve been sad – but facing sad things can be well spent time, too.
Found another discussion of fiction (and online writing in particular) as honesty of a different nature.
Being too literal about truth is boring and impossible: everyone is telling stories – that’s what makes us human. But all the best stories were told because someone cared.