I suppose most bloggers go through fits and starts, but I feel like I have more fits than starts. I’ve been struggling with the purpose of this blog for quite some time– Little Fury launched in May 2006 to replace my old blog of four years. The old one was the kind of meaningless blather about nothing at all that I had grown to hate in so many other blogs, so Little Fury was intended to be my poetry blog. But it’s devolved into two-word descriptions of the books I am reading because, well, I’m busy putting my writing energies into other things. The only time I get really excited about blogging is when I’m doing one of those ridiculous 30-days-of-microfiction exercises which immediately disqualifies the piece from appearing in most magazines and journals, even if I take it down after a day or two. (I have some poems that have appeared in that format, though in another blog undertaken under an alias which was, apparently, not very hard to figure out.)

I used to get a great deal of use out of my blog, mostly as a way of charting what I was thinking about at any given time. I figured that no one was reading, so I could say whatever I wanted. I suppose I knew all along that everything would be permanently searchable, but you know, it just doesn’t bother me when I hear years later from someone I was sniping with that they found my blog when they Googled themselves and, oh yes, they hate me too. Bah. In all likelihood, by the time I get your e-mail, you’ve been out of my life so long that I don’t have any energy left for you anyhow.

I get none of that use now, since I don’t chart my daily goings-on any more. There’s not much to chart a lot of days. I go to work. I try to do something useful while I am there. I come home. I try to spend time with Heidi or I work on my MFA. It is not what I would term an exciting life, not a life worth reading about. But I should be mindful that the exercise of journaling is not about reading; it is about writing. One must trust the unconscious to provide the information that the conscious mind will need to use later.

Recognizing that this domain name is some seriously valuable property, however– several other Ross Whites across the world would snap my neck to have a go at it– I’m thinking now that I should move the blog again to some folder or subdomain and use the homepage to sell the commercial entity that is Ross White.

This was a long-winded way to say, RSS readers, prepare to update your feed location.