It Was Diego That Asked

While I didn't own up to it right away, a big part of starting this blog was to get feedback on my writing my friends. Not just to bask in the praise, but because my friends are usually interested in what I have to say, care about me developing my talent, and understand what it's like to live in San Francisco.

Before this last hiatus, when I was blogging regularly, I got a lot of positive feedback. St. Frances added me to her RSS reader, and so did Ash, who often told me when she liked a particular post. My parents, of course, were encouraging. Then I found out that Corin was following the blog pretty eagerly back in NYC. That meant a great deal. But when I didn't post anything for a month, no one really bugged me about it.

Did anyone miss Fog City? I didn't even know if I did. As I'm sure it goes with most creative hobbies, writing can be like panning for gold: Most of the time you're elbow-deep in the mud and not having any fun. But it's worth it for one nugget a month.

Then, last week, over burgers, after working out at the gym, Diego asked me if I had stopped blogging.

Of all my friends, Diego never really commented on my blog. Never gave me any feedback on the quality of the writing either way.

But he was concerned that I might have given up on something I set out to do. And maybe he missed it. I think, maybe, most of my friends did, and just wanted to give me the space to find my way back.