Once again, I'm experiencing a problem with Red Room. It becomes such a time suck.
It's a delightful time suck, like discovering secret tunnels in a house that you thought you knew. Exploring the tunnels reminds me of how it used to be in the Internet's woolly early days, before the free market sanctified and organized it.
Do you know what I mean? You find a blog by a favorite poster - let's toss Mary Wilkinson out there because I love her style and her posts often stimulate my appetite. I read her post. Finishing it, I return to my email where I discover that someone has already commented on it.
It's not a name that I recognize - Nicholas Mackey, who's probably known by a great many Red Roomers - so I click on him to see what he's posted. Suddenly I'm reading about refuseniks and the number 33 bus. People have commented so I click on them....
Click, read, repeat.
If I played a drinking game around this activity, let's say, take a drink every time I click on a new link, I'd be a slumbering, drunken waste.
In today's variation, once I got through with Mary going on about Viagra (kept waiting for her to mention some kind of Viagra cake in her bakery), I was updated on a comment Huntington Sharp made on Jessica's delightful post, The Leash Law. Going through Huntington's page, I discovered a page of suggested blog topics. Next thing I know, I'm reading about Lyrical Winter and then Mara Buck's great poem, The Black Crow. Then I'm reading previous poems by the wonderful poet, Ron. Lavalette, and then I'm re-reading Losses, Big and Small, by Blair Kilpatrick. And I'm reading and reading and thinking and clicking....
Besides sucking time from my planned activities, reading through these Red Room links and posts and comments, bios, and blogs stimulate me. Words fertilize words. Suddenly I'm apologizing to my cats because I need to sit down and write like crazy once again.
It gladdens me and it saddens me.
I'm gladdened because it is such a wonderful website of fellowship, energy and imagination for writers.
I'm saddened because I took so long to find it and then even more time to start posting and reading.
I finally read of the origins of the Red Room as well, so I can mark that off my lists of things to do.
So - thanks to Huntington Sharp and his team for the work they do, and thanks to Ivory Madison for starting Red Room (even if it didn't originate in Tanzania). Thanks to all the writers for, well, writing.
It's a great place for a writer to go to find sanity.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com