So, I said I while ago that I was going to ease up a bit in my posting here.
Yeah; even I didn’t realize that “easing up” was going to look more like “falling off the cliff.”
I had lunch with Carson today, and we got to talking about writing, which is how my lack of writing came up. As I was driving home from the visit (which was lovely, by the way; we should do more of that), it occurred to me – and not for the first time – that I feel better when I’m writing. I think more, I think more deeply, and I notice things that I think I wouldn’t if my mind weren’t as engaged as it is when I’m writing regularly.
Since I am more likely to follow through on a commitment when other people are in on it – when I’ve got someone besides me to whom I’m accountable – I’m putting this here: I’m going to start writing again. Not every day, but much more than I have for the last few months. There may be kitten pictures, there will likely be angry screeds about politics and culture, and there will be postings over at the teacher site (hell; there may even be a recipe or two at the cooking site). I need to get back in the habit of writing, though, so bear with me for a while until I get back into the proverbial groove.