Simple Are The Ways

Dear Readers.

The fact that I am logged in right now is a miracle since I have been trying to log on to Blogger for a month, without success. By some bizarre miracle, my computer genius spouse, Pat, got me to this dashboard today and I am unsure that I will ever be able to get back to it. So I am taking this opportunity to make this posting so that there will be no mystery about my cyber disappearance, should I not make it back online. I may continue blogging at MySpace or I may stop blogging altogether. If simply logging on is going to be so much work; maybe it is a sign.

Like the sign I got when a stranger attacked me for the last entry I made about racism. Someone I do not know sent me a vehement email in response to the story RACISM IS IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER. I want to say, today, that I don't blog to be attacked. I have spent much of my life defending myself from bullies, in one form or another. I blog because it makes me happy. I try to write about positive, uplifting topics or humourous topics and, occasionally, about some form of injustice. I wrote the story about Little Black Sambo because I think that the original children's storybook may have been acceptable when it was written but in this day and age it is considered racist to refer to a black person as a Sambo and that it is racist to use the Little Black Sambo illustration anywhere outside of the original aged book for similar reasons. I don't like racism, not being a caucasian myself, and I wanted to write something about it; but to be attacked by a stranger who wanted to know if I would be offended by a non-African American reference isn't something I expected. The answer is yes. I would be offended by racial slurs against anyone, including having someone refer to my white spouse as a honky. I know that if I am going to choose to write in a public forum and express my opinions, then I should be prepared to take my criticism from my detractors. But I cannot help but choose this point of view: this is MY blog, my playground. If you don't like it, go the fuck home. I'm tired of being picked on and bullied and especially by people whose screen names come to me as ANONYMOUS.

So maybe that's another sign. Two signs that I shouldn't blog. There are other signs that I shouldn't blog. A huge lack of readership is another one. They say three strikse, you're out; maybe it is true. That's three.

So, dear LGG and Annalisa and Timothy and all of the lovely people who wrote to me after my story about SUDDENLY LAST SUMMER and my story about Daniel Radcliffe, thank you. Thank you for reading. Thank you for commenting. I will always remember how you supported me and I will always appreciate it. And I may be back to blog again--if I can get out of the bad mood that has been created by outside forces having absolutely nothing to do with me. I truly do not know.

And if I can ever get logged into Google/Blogger again.

Time will just have to tell.

I thank Pat for getting me logged in on this day and

I wish everyone peace.

Stephen Mosher