Over at Done with Mirrors, reader_iam writes why she is not publishing some posts she worked hard on, "And in the end they fell beneath the weight of the question, "Why, exactly, are you writing me?".
Was this an epiphany of sorts? A "Why bother?" moment? I was mulling the idea over, when I wandered over to Althouse earlier. Lots of things to talk about over there, but all I could think of were short answers not conducive to conversation:
How very sad.
Not very likely.
No. Maybe yes, Maybe no. No.
None. Too late. Price of fame it seems.
Any excuse will do, because it always has and always will.
Reality-check needed in aisle 1!
Maybe the best thing to say is to say nothing at all after all.