I kind of enjoyed it. No, I did enjoy it.
Now, my writing mostly goes into fiction. Probably a quarter of a million words in the quest to write a 100K word novel. I finally finished the first draft. (155K. Cut to 130K. There will be much more cutting.)
I feel faintly sad realizing that I could have burbled on about the novel here and celebrated that first-draft-finishing here.
But I suspect nobody's "here" any more--that is, I suspect that the lovely people who read and commented on my very intermittent posts long ago removed me from their Follow lists, because, well that blog is dead. Was dead. Maybe no longer dead?
Now I go to Wikimedia Commons and find a cat picture. Because that is how I blog.