The internet. The be-all, end-all of publishing. There are no more constraints: if you want to write something, you do it. If people like it, they read and come back. That was story of Andrew Sullivan. The man who introduced me to the internet.
He’s leaving now, and for good reason. It’s impossible to keep up at the pace that he did. So he has stopped.
I eagerly await what comes next. But for me, I wonder: is this the time that I’ll commit my thoughts to the world? Like he did? For Ill or Good Will? It’s as good a spark as any to commit. And I’ll be humbled and surprised if I could accomplish a tenth of what he did. Even if I spend the next 30 years to do it. Just wow, is all I need to say now.
Intergalactic Dance 