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Who was Cassandra?


  • In the Iliad, she is described as the loveliest of the daughters of Priam (King of Troy), and gifted with prophecy. The god Apollo loved her, but she spurned him. As a punishment, he decreed that no one would ever believe her. So when she told her fellow Trojans that the Greeks were hiding inside the wooden horse...well, you know what happened.

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October 30, 2018

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Each of you still means so much to me. I think that says it all, really.

Strange you asked that, as I asked basically the same question yesterday in my blog since I hadn’t blogged in a couple of weeks and was having a hard time getting started again. With fewer and fewer visitors, at least according to the Wordpress stats, I have to wonder if it is still worth the effort.

I’m having a heck of time following long-time bloggers who are now all over the place, on Facebook (which I visit regularly), on Twitter (where I get notified but seldom actually visit), to Google+ which seems to be in the act of disappearing, not to mention my RSS reader which overwhelms me quite regularly and I just mark everything as read and start over.

Amazingly, I did hear from some people that I’ve never heard from before that were inspired by my nature shots and urged me to keep posting. They and habit, probably mostly habit, after so many years, keep me posting irregularly.

Beyond simply declaring that I can't stop, I can't account for why, 15 years on, I'm still at it. I'm so very glad that I am & that you my friends still are too!

Reading blogs expanded my sense of community, beginning with a blogging community of writers and artists. One of the first blogs I read was Rachel's. After reading and commenting anonymously on a few blogs for a year, I started my own blog in December 2006 in order to post a retrospective of my art work. My blog is my only form of social media. I have a small circle of new and long-term blog friends in the U.S. and Canada and the U.K. and a long-term blog friend who lives in the Rhine Valley in Germany. I keep reading blogs because I treasure the feeling of a sense of community beyond my immediate community in a small town in the Pacific Northwest.

Thank you for asking!

I do not blog any longer. Why not? I suppose it is because I wanted to communicate something 'spiritual', something I felt - perhaps foolishly - was important. In the end I began to feel disillusioned. But I still read other people's blog posts, well some of them anyway. I don't often have anything worth saying in response, but I feel I am still in some sort of contact at some level.

Since launching my blog in 2008 I resumed writing novels (albeit with rather more planning), started on short stories, and began to flirt with verse - three ways of writing with three different demands. Blogging, limited to 300-word posts - an aftermath to 44 years spent in journalism, formed an experimental background to these more disciplined endeavours. And, let's face it, more often an indulgence.

Blogging differed in that it provided an immediate dialogue, something of a luxury when grinding out (and re-grinding) the 100,000 words that constitute an average-length novel. Commenters arrived and departed and I profited from their observations. Some asked for guidance and that was flattering if inevitably delusional.

That dialogue has diminished but I continue to blog in honour of those exhilarating five or six years, for I am not a social animal. As with Dave Bonta, I doubt I could stop now. Ideas, opinions and conceits arrive at the same rate and it would be a shame to waste them. Especially since the special type of energy needed to sustain a novel - still my preferred form of expression - appears to be waning.

In brief, it's a habit.

Kia Ora Beth,
Interesting timing of this post as I have recently gone off Facebook, and value the chunks of little time that have added up to heaps of time saved from scrolling through I'm not sure what looking for something even more elusive. I love visiting some of the blogs mentioned here and a few others. A far cry from the days of past, however, when the blogosphere was humming. Some of those writers have become real time friends. I love the slowness and thoughtfulness reading a blog post can bring. To set down a cup of tea and ponder a thought it has provoked, or re-read to understand better. To have the time to relish. Like being with an old friend. Kia Kaha to all.
Arohanui e hoa,
Robb

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