Is there anything more infurating than going to a blog, only to read a post that says something like, “I know I haven’t written for awhile, but fear not - content is on its way”? I mean, really. You write, or you don’t write. And so it goes.
This, however, is a soliloquy of another color. Or, one of another layout, I suppose. After a summer that consisted of chronic unexpectedness - some of which admittedly threw me off course for awhile - I’ve regained my footing along the muddy shores, now that the storm has passed. (Hey, the least I can do is wax poetic after my creative hiatus.) And, so, I’m going to induce a shakeup of another kind, and morph what is presently my public journal into an even more public portfolio in which I may showcase my linguistic mastery. I don’t expect changes to come overnight - but then again, technology seems to move at that pace - and so, at times, the site may be down. Eventually, the section you see now, which is really the pulse and artery of my site, will be secondary to my work. And so it goes.
I have to say, though, I’m very pleasantly surprised at how much traffic my site has received: almost 60,000 visits in a mere 6 months of being “live.” My analytics software have indicated that the following Google searches have lead the herds to Karyn With a Whine: ‘Karyn Polewaczyk,’ ‘Karyn With a Whine blog,’ and ‘What happened to Blackstreet,’ to name a few.
(Though, if I had to answer the last question, I’d merely offer a shrug of my shoulders and a quizzical eyebrow raise. And so it goes.)