Warning: More self-indulgent ranting. Would appreciate your opinion, but can fully understand if you want to just steer clear.

I write for escape. I write to join in. I write to meet people, or at least I did. These days, I'm just too tired to do the 'social networking' thing after work, not when I'm doing it at working full-bore.

The problem with writing is to find readers. I'm not complaining about you all (gentle readers) not at all. I'm torn between actively trying to promote this blog and Sian, and just teaching myself to be satisfied with the comments I get.

Yes, this is me whinging about comments again. I'm trying to write Sian, but there's that nagging question of "Why?" Why am I doing this? For fun? Yes, it's fun, but so's making origami Star Wars creations. For attention? If so, it's not working. But, the affirmation is nice.

At work, we're in crunch time. Think finals-week, but for the next month or two. When I'm on-site, we're all heads-down, no time to have fun. Besides, there is that sense of "I see you 50+ hours a week, I'd rather see someone else on my off hours."

Short form, I'm taking inventory of how I spend my time, and with who. I've no shortage of friends online. Being on the Left Coast means my later hours are more lonely. Lonely, that's the feeling. In real life, I have one close friend, both psychologically and geographically. And he's not even
all that close. I don't drive, so it takes me over an hour to get there.

I see these people on the social networking sites with gobs of comments and interactions. I'm not counting the empty tickers of "friend counts" that's all ego-puffery. However, the amount of action in response to their posts is a more reliable indicator.

I guess what I'm trying to say is: how do I make friends? I've been on this soil two score years and still haven't figured that out.