Excuses.
All kinds.
Sickness, mental sickness, work, work trips, emotional downturns, people trouble, bursitis, writers' block, I-just-don't-feel-like-it.
The blog writing has been infrequent. All the excuses are genuine of course, as are all excuses. I have been reading a lot though. I have been thinking a lot as well. That has kept me plenty busy. I wake up and I find myself weaving stories that are far too realistic to be made into blog pieces. It's complicated, but not really.
My writing has gotten more personal, while it didn't seem possible that it would. I find myself writing snippets on my phone, on the back of notepads and in promising Word Docs. I then wonder if I can blog about it and I get all diffident.
Then I see some of the brilliant writing that some brilliant people I know have done and I get inspired and disheartened at the same time. Then I write and trash it and write some more. All in private. Isn't that how it works?
All kinds.
Sickness, mental sickness, work, work trips, emotional downturns, people trouble, bursitis, writers' block, I-just-don't-feel-like-it.
The blog writing has been infrequent. All the excuses are genuine of course, as are all excuses. I have been reading a lot though. I have been thinking a lot as well. That has kept me plenty busy. I wake up and I find myself weaving stories that are far too realistic to be made into blog pieces. It's complicated, but not really.
My writing has gotten more personal, while it didn't seem possible that it would. I find myself writing snippets on my phone, on the back of notepads and in promising Word Docs. I then wonder if I can blog about it and I get all diffident.
Then I see some of the brilliant writing that some brilliant people I know have done and I get inspired and disheartened at the same time. Then I write and trash it and write some more. All in private. Isn't that how it works?
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