I just deleted an old weblog account - I hadn't used it in ages and I never had used it for creative purposes - just on a whim created it. However, it ended up playing a larger role IRL and online than I had imagined, not necessarily all for the better.
It's werid how some people create boundaries in their heads about private, public and don't notice the internet is not somewhere in between but decidedly public. Online may be online, but online comes into IRL too when you invite it and is full of real people in real time.
I always seem to be fluidly going from IRL to online, vice versa. I can say it here, AND say it in a classroom or pub. (Of course, usually much less eloquently or clearly, writing does actually help with that!) There isn't much of a change for me. I realize the internet is public and if it's something I wouldn't broach in public, I don't put it out here. I don't put it out in a chat somewhere, I don't post it on a message board, and I don't post it in a blog. Peroid. Even if I would rather not certain people read it, that doesn't mean I am talking to no one. This is not, despite low comments, a void space.
This is a public space.

So I deleted the account and it was a nice sense of closure. I wish I'd done it sooner, but really I honestly can say it didn't occur to me. I just walked away and didn't look back until a month or so ago when I was looking for something that I may have stored there.

Likewise, tragicpixie.com has too been deleted and that project has gone on a perment hitaus. I don't have the time and I'm not exactly sure if I have the interest. I really don't have the time to commit to blogging that I'd like, but next year I can hopefully be more balanced and disicplined when it comes to personal and creative writing. In good news, with the absence of LJ I have begun writing in all the pretty journals I put aside for a few years.
It's so werid reading the sperdic entries in my paper journals: the last time I picked up a diary I was traveling to the UK, had gone to my first Hulla, quit raving regularly, and was planning on marrying someone who probably didn't really understand me at all.
Now I'm engaged to someone I love very much and who gets me very well, have a truely open realtionship, rave regularly (or as much as we can), can't wait to get out of the country again - but may take summer courses, have decided I don't want children, and am over halfway finished with a degree.
So it goes.