Where's Ridgely?

“That’s not writing, that’s just typing.” Truman Capote (on Jack Kerouac)

Thanks to readers who took notice of my continued absence and inquired as to my health. All is well, as far as that goes. The simple fact is, however, that the blog was eating up an enormous amount of my time, a fact I didn’t fully appreciate until I took a break this August. Since going cold turkey from the blogosphere, I’ve found that the increase in my time, e.g., reading books (remember books?) rose dramatically, as has the time I’ve devoted to more, um, careful and considered writing.

Specifically, and as I predicted in my first blog entry here, “the extent to which I labor to fill this virtual space is inversely proportional to the extent I write anything in return for which I might ever see, as P.G. Wodehouse would say, ‘the necessary.’” Something has to give and I’m afraid it has to be the blog. While I would be happy to consider returning to blogging in a group effort such that I did not feel compelled to churn out new material on a daily basis, I am unwilling for the present to continue in a solo capacity, especially since I am now convinced that the trade-off between the quantity and quality of my efforts was sacrificing too much of the latter for the former.

I will leave this site up for another month or so. Thanks, again, to well wishers and, for that matter, to my silent readers.

- DAR