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Prosaic Shades of Gray started as a simple writing project when I was a college student in 2002. I set up a free account on Blogger.com in order to force myself to write on a regular basis. For a time, the plan really worked. But then it didn’t. Inevitably, I started running out of words.

There finally came a day when I sat down to write something new, and I had nothing left to say. After you do this kind of thing for a few consecutive years, you come to understand the true meaning of futility.

The internet is a huge bathroom wall, and any halfwit with a device and a connection has an opportunity to scrawl on it. Writing something worthwhile can take hours of labored effort, but it only takes a reader a few seconds and a couple clicks to ignore the final draft.

After neglecting my blog for well over a year with that fatalistic attitude, I decided to make a fresh start on a new domain in 2008. Then I blogged fairly consistently for a good couple of years before I lost my motivation to write again, and I kind of abandoned the entire project in 2016.

At some point I forgot to pay for my domain registration, and I lost this URL to a filthy domain squatter for about three years. The URL was up for sale for about $2,000, which is kind of funny to me. Who else besides from a guy like me would want such a pretentious, unmemorable web address like Prosaic Shades of Gray? For one thing, I spell “Gray” the American way with the letter “a”. Half the people who visit this site search for it by typing out “Grey” the British way.

So anyway here I am again, tossing my single meek voice into the shrieking wind. I honestly don’t know what I’m hoping to accomplish this time around. I’ll just have to keep on writing until I figure that part out.

For a good time, look for KZ at Prosaic Shades of Gray.

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Death stood alone, watching the wheat dance in the wind. Of course, it was only a metaphor. People were more than corn. They whirled through tiny crowded lives, driven literally by clock work, filling their days from edge to edge with the sheer effort of living. And all lives were exactly the same length. Even the very long and very short ones. From the point of view of eternity, anyway. Somewhere, the tiny voice of Bill Door said: from the point of view of the owner, longer ones are best.~Terry PratchettSource: Reaper Man
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