Beginnings in Public

The wait goes on. I check in pretty often, and it's still there. But like a deathwatch on a dying patient, we're all just waiting for the flatline.

I'm absolutely grateful for this lifeboat that I believe will be built up to a new home. I'm thrilled that quite a few old friends have migrated over. But I kept people on my bookmarks that hadn't been around in years. I wonder what will happen when some of them inevitably try to come back and they don't find anything? I wish there was a way to leave like a beacon for those lost souls to find their way here, or there, or wherever their friends ended up.

I'm also glad that this didn't happen before things like FB connected so many of us in other ways. Losing those connections forever would've devastated me.

And yet, I feel like this "brush with death" has revitalized a lot of us to remember all the wonderful things that being part of a writing community gave us. We've been given a chance to shape a new community. Gosh I hope we manage to bring mostly the good stuff from OD and leave the bad stuff behind.