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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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Now, with a certainty which never after deserted him, he saw the planets -- the 'earths' he called them in his thought -- as mere holes or gaps in the living heaven -- excluded and rejected wastes of heavy matter and murky air, formed not by addition to, but by subtraction from, the surrounding brightness. And yet, he thought, beyond the solar system the brightness ends. Is that the real void, the real death?~C.S. LewisSource: Out of the Silent Planet
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