Because when I started this blog, I was nine years younger, you see. I knew time was passing quickly, but not this quickly! I thought there would be plenty of years to write another book, pen dozens of essays, do all sorts of things. I hope there still is. I see no reason why there shouldn't be.
But if there's not ... there's this blog. It has become an oeuvre of sorts, a body of work, a folder into which I stuff random thoughts, ideas from books, the gleanings of a brain that works best when the feet are moving at three miles an hour.
As I said in the beginning and each walk confirms, writing and walking are boon companions. One informs the other.
So this walker plans to keep on walking and keep on writing until ... well, until she can't do either anymore.