I am going through an enormous shift- private to public. Too many unfinished works, which I lacked the courage to complete and submit. Example: I worked for months on reflections about an upcoming high school reunion. It was so painful to look at -- and then when I went, a kind of healing happened. So there lie those many many drafts, somewhere in a file cabinet.And with blogs - 19th century carefully worded and lengthy prose is no longer what is going to work. speed, candor--and yes, honesty--along with humor are needed. Connected with all this, in  my mind, are tv shows I've watched in the last couple of days while sick and channel surfing. Reference to body functions, character quirks, flaws, all kinds of things that would have been unmentionable years ago. As a culture, we seem to be in mode of giant confessional.Which leaves my many drafts, waiting for the perfectly contemplated version in the dust, as by the time I finish them, they will no longer be relevant--like drafts of novels that fossilized with the years.