I have never toted myself as any type of great blogger. A more accurate description would be ‘The World’s Worst Blogger’. My blog sits here unread as evidence of my inability to join the blogosphere craze with any kind of grace.

Once upon a time I wrote all the time, stories, poems, a couple of songs, mini-lectures while an instructor at Control Data Institute,  technotes for in-house at Altos Computer Systems & for customers, and  for WordStar in-house & on their Compuserve forum readers.

That well has dried up it seems. I’ve been told to just do it, just write, but it ain’t all that easy.

A collection of Prokofy Neva the way I enjoy them best ~ away ~ inSL.

First of all do I have anything worth saying that people want to hear? Obvious again the answer is no as is evident by my lack of readership on my SecondWynd blog. Of course, my nemesis and the protagonist of Second Life®(SL) , Prokofy Neva, would most likely have more choice things to say about me and my participation in SL as well as my writing ability. I’ve include a collection some SL snapshots of Prokofy as best seen ~ away ~ just for fun and Prokofy’s goat.

Oh well, such is life. Win some, lose some, some get rained out. First your money then your clothes.

I must say though, that having a blog that no one reads is a pretty freeing feeling. I can say anything I want here, no one will ever know, cause I’m not read. I wonder… can I get a prize for the less read blog? Except if on one reads, then no one would know I’m less read.

The image above (not the Prokofy ones ~ geeze heck no! Its the one at the top!) is one I created depicting a close encounter between a role playing character of mine from OtherSpace MUSH who pilots a ship through space. Here she meets a new life form on a just discovered planet.

Sort of the way I feel right now in today’s climate of change and upheaval.  Joblessness gives one space sit in the sun and contemplate one’s life. I’ve been unemployed before, not something new in the computer industry. Though one of my last jobs caused me such great grief and turned into such a nightmare in the last 30 days that it has left my being bruised & injured… this time beyond a quick repair.

This time, at least, my children are all grown up and not in the equation of my survival. Which on one hand could be a good thing, since jobs are even harder for me to find this time around, due, mainly I think, to my advancing age and the economy is not helping. On the other hand, there goes the motivation that children bring to one’s life.

So what does an aging computer nerdy gamer type of female do? If President Obama manages to get everyone healthcare, I know that will take a great weight off my mind and allow me to consider making my own way in the world of business knowing my health won’t be a bargaining chip.

The President  has referred to this in a recent speech. If healthcare is not an issue one can discover ways of making money without prostituting ourselves to some heartless company that can kick you to the curb just because one person lies about you.

Truth… it does not always rise to the top.

So like my character portrayed in my illustration, I contemplate my life as she contemplates the new life form. I have no idea of what my future should look like. I am cut a drift in the business world and have no clue of where I am going or what I am to do.

Maybe I will write after all, to blog or  not to blog, that is the question… Sort of like if a tree falls in the forest with no one there… a voice in the wilderness that is my life, a message in a bottle that no one finds, an exercise in what I have no idea.