It’s the beginning of the end

I realized just now…just a moment ago, that I don’t care about Scatterthought anymore.

It’s been years since I’ve given it any real thought…it’s become just another blog, and one that I no longer write with any regularity. It used to be part of who I was. I would write even when I didn’t have anything to say, purely because I enjoyed it. Purely because I wanted to see what would happen. And some of my most amusing stuff came from that attitude.

Nowadays, I write when something strikes me, but I don’t find that I write about myself as much anymore. Not like I used to do.

Maybe it’s because I’m older. Maybe it’s because I’m not experiencing life in the same wide-eyed, naive way I used to (not that I’ll ever claim to have all the answers). And maybe it’s just because everyone else is doing it now, and I’m rarely interested in doing what everyone else does.

Whatever the reason, I feel like…like this site is past its prime. And I think I’ve felt like that for a long time now. I could look back at some of the earlier stuff from the first 3-4 years and see really meaningful things. Nowadays, all I do is report things that are happening in my life (when I think to do so) and comment on the world around me.

So what’s the solution? Well, I still like having a place to write when I feel like it, so I’m not going to take the site down. Scatterthought will always exist…it’s one of the few things that’s uniquely mine…

And even that’s somewhat at an end. I just did a google search for “scatterthought”, and it would appear as if a number of people have adopted my word for their own use. I don’t know how I feel about that.

I guess I’m a bit disappointed, because this site has become little more than a journal. It used to be so much more than that. At least, I thought it was.

When I started the site way back in 2001, I asked myself what I could possibly have to offer the world via a Web site. And the only answer was, myself. So that’s what I did. And it was fun and amusing and a great tool for developing my writing skills and humour.

Now, it needs to become something else. And I don’t know what that is.

But I suspect I’ll figure it out.

Russ