Interlude: An Open Thread

Eight years ago today, I met Ms. Reasons for the first time. We were already in love.

Maybe I'll tell you that story sometime. But for now, I'd like to ask a favour.

Introduce yourself.

In the last four months, this labour of gloom has attracted several thousand readers, from over sixty countries, on every continent. It's truly humbling, to discover just how widespread this writing disease is, and how many of you are subconsciously yearning for the right reason to pack it all in.

Just for today, let yourself be known. Leave a comment. Be anonymous if you wish.

Say something. Tell me what you see from your window. What's on your desk, or on your mind. Tell me why on earth you'd want to read a blog about stopping writing.

Just a few conditions:

• Tell me what city/country you're in. I mean it.
• Give yourself no more than a hundred words or so, so the thread is readable.
• No flame wars. We're all trying to quit together.
• If you've read this far, you have to comment. I don't care what work you're supposed to be doing, or if this thread is years old when you read it.

As a far better writer than you once wrote, "Come, your answer in broken music; for thy voice is music, and thy English broken."

This may be the only time in your entire life that someone asks you to write something.

(If enough people comment, I might start posting Reasons again.)