For the past couple of
months, I’ve been weighing the pros and cons of ending this blog, which I
started in August, 2007. In the end,
I’ve decided the pros outweigh the cons – so this is my final post.
This blog has given me a
chance to express my ideas, concerns and opinions and giving up this
opportunity was a big “con” in my consideration. However, I’ve never done the enormous amount
of personal and technical work necessary to bring this blog to the attention of
a larger audience, and I don’t feel like doing it now. But by not doing it, I’ve increasingly felt
that I’ve just been sporadically and inconsistently screaming into an unhearing
void, and what’s the point in continuing if I’m not going to do the work to
promote/market Views From the Tower? For me, the final answer is that there is no
point, so it’s time to end it.
That said, I very much
appreciate that those of you who have been following this blog took the time to
do so, and some of you have often taken the time to send me private emails of
response: much praise and sometimes disagreement. All of it was gratifying, encouraging, and
gave me the sense that I wasn’t entirely screaming into an unhearing void. Thank you very, very much.
As a writer, I certainly
intend to keep writing. I’m working on a
mystery novel, something I’ve always wanted to do. In a way, given my politics, it amuses me and
reminds me of the time in the 70s that Eldridge Cleaver moved to Paris and
became a pants designer. But I’m no
Eldridge Cleaver and also have no delusion that I’ll become a modern Agatha
Christie. I just want to have some fun
(and maybe make a little money). I
haven’t had a lot of fun as a writer and now seems like a good time to do it. Equally important, I abandoned my relationship
with The Tarot about ten years ago and I want to reclaim it. It enriched my life when I had it and I want
that connection again – and that’s a study/practice that takes time. You may or may not understand what this
means, but suffice it to say The Tarot is important to me and that’s reason
enough for me.
In general, having turned
60 earlier this year, I’ve been giving a lot of thought to time – time past,
present and future. And December is
annually the month in which I give the most thought to time: it’s filled with
holidays I no longer celebrate with family and friends; it’s the end of one
year and the birth of a new one; and I’m reminded of what was lost in Decembers
past. John Lennon, who was murdered at
the age of 40 in December 1980, would have been 72 this year. His five-year-old son who was left fatherless
turned 37. A dear friend of mine, Stuart
Franklin, died in December 21 years ago.
Had my mother and father survived their 70s, they would be 89 and 90 now
– a misery I’m glad they were spared, but I still miss them terribly.
I also think about the
meaningful, functional time I have left.
I don’t have oodles of it. Over
the past few months, arthritis has settled in my left shoulder, wrist and hand. Over the past few years, my teeth have
started screwing up. My right knee is
prone to slipping out from under me. My
hearing, especially in my left ear, has greatly diminished. My home and daily routine are both a mess and
hugely dysfunctional. I need the time to
get these things together and bring some peace and order to the rest of my time.
So again, my thanks, and
my best wishes to all of you, as well as my hope that you have the opportunity
to do what you wish and need to do with your time. Also, Happy Holidays and Happy New Year. Here’s hoping the future brings better times
for us all.
