I dislike the city because since the best writer on the web, Whippoorwill, moved there in December she has only posted 26 times. Because her posts steadily declined in January, February, and March. Because she only posted once in April and hasn’t posted since the 12th of that month.
As much as I hate to admit it I fear all is lost and I’ll no longer be able to read anything from my friend’s unique point of view. I keep going back, everyday, but it looks like it’s just another reason to hate Toronto the good.
Miss having you around Trix. Sigh.
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I’ve checked on Whippoorwill regularly too and am disappointed that Trix has not been posting. Thanks for reminding me of her very special voice. It is definitely missed.
Yeah. I had only discovered Whippoorwill a couple of months before Trix moved. Being late to the party is always such a melancholy feeling.
I miss her too…
I was just there a few minutes ago. I miss her too. I re-read her post about the cabin. I just lover her writing. I can’t help but smile a little the whole time my eyes are scanning her words.
It is strange this association that you make : living in the city = posting less. I spend half my time in the city and half in the country. When I’m in town, I take care of the blog, it is part, for me, of a sort of ‘urban rythm’, this ‘being connected’ all the time. As when I’m in the country, all I want to do is be outdoor, and have nothing to do with a computer. / That said, you might be right about Whippourwil. Her city life, her new life in the city, might be what is keeping her away from her blog. / I too only found out about that blog recentely.
Robin Andrea.. It is a voice that I miss a lot. One of the first ones that I found when I entered this blogging world.
Dave, it is a melancholy feeling. You do know how to turn a phrase. I’m very pleased that you stop by here, as I enjoy your writing and don’t stop by there enough. Thanks for the link last month in Smorgasblog.
Deb, I know what you mean. It looks as though you’ve had a busy spring so far.
Troutgrrl. Yes she has such evocative writing, the story about going on a walk with her dad.
Suzanne, You probably need to delve into Whippoorwill’s archives to understand what I mean. Most of her writing seemed to be driven by a sense of place, and that place that drove the writing was Northern Ontario and woods, lakes and streams where she lived. It just doesn’t seem like she found a similar voice in the city, or perhaps just no time.
Ah, yes, I get it now, I understand what you mean. The very topic that nourished her writing. Of course. I thought kind of dumbly that you were refering to a lack of time, etc. Sorry. Misunderstanding. In any case, I personnaly don’t like the city either. It’s mainly too much people running and rushing, not enough flora and fauna, and way way too much noise and pollution. But, I haven’t been lucky so far finding a good job outside the city. I’m still working on it. For me, living in northern Vermont has been limited to weekends and summer. But I am immensely thankfull for that. I find it a rare priviledge to earn a living in a city and be able to escape regulargly. LOL / Thanks for your blog.
The priviledge being the escaping part or course, not the working in the city. LOL
I know exactly what you mean. I miss it too.
Clare, I have just now found this trackback and I am really touched. I have perhaps ‘less’ of a voice now that I’m in the city, but have not lost it altogether. I am just incredibly busy (I co-own a small company that employs 27 people) and when I do have free time, it is now mostly devoted to family, books, birds, and sleep. Writing on the blog actually took a lot out of me; a paragraph could take hours, and it didn’t come as easily to me as it seems to with others. I do however miss it and the community of friends that sprang up around it, though. I keep telling myself that I will make the time, which is why I haven’t cancelled my typepad account. I suppose I should post all this on my blog?
Trix, You could post your grocery lists on your blog and I’d read it.