Wherever you are. Come back. Write

When I first started writing, in the early days of blogging, I followed a few people. I think, in those days, it was only (or mostly) the thinkers who blogged. People with time to think, opinions to share, stories to tell. The stories - they could draw you in and wrap you around the life of a stranger. 

No one writes anymore.

The people whose lives I followed, where I would be happy when they were happy and silently wish for the best for them when things seemed tough. 

I what to know what happened next. 

Is the byker still as clever as ever?

Did that girl find joy after all that sadness?

Could that one special person ever bring himself to forgive me?

I wish they would all start writing again.