So it’s 7:45 and the younguns are still asleep. You mean I have a few minutes to write something? I have no idea what to do with this gift of time. I should write something to go on the blog. But what?
See, this is the problem with the blog. If I have a minute to write, it should be for the blog, because I haven’t posted in X days (weeks or months is more likely) and it needs attention. Is the blog getting in the way of “real” writing?
I also tend to use the blog for journaling. Journaling belongs in a journal, because journals tend to be whiney and self-obsessed, and who wants to read that? I probably won’t even want to read that six months from now. I didn’t come up with that truth — I read it somewhere (Angela Booth?) And now I’ve gone and wasted five minutes Googling it up, with no success.
And this, of course, is journaling.
I’m going back to Oneword. And now I see that it’s borked. Ouch.
Is that a cry I hear from upstairs?
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