I've been avoiding this blog page like a relentless telemarketing phone call. And it just might continue. I've become paralyzed by my own thoughts. There have been thoughts, I've had several, I might be so bold as to say I've had many. Yet somehow, I manage to kill the expressive process with one simple thought: it's all been said. It has become my mantra. And though it is true, it shouldn't stop me from publishing, (I love, "publishing,") my ridiculous ramblings no matter how bland, foolish, or redundant. This is my little nook, my corner, my electronic notebook. No one reads it; it's about as hidden as my old journals I used to keep since the age of....well, eight.
So I'm going to continue to have thoughts for a little while longer, and well, we'll just see I suppose.
"No one reads it"
ReplyDeleteLeah, nobody is telling you they read it. Not only have I read it, I have been using your "eludes me like a size 6 dress" comment as my email sig quote; much to the concern of my colleagues, who believe me unstable already.
Love the stories; have lived my own version of them as a dad. It can't have "been said" if it hasn't happened yet. The good stuff comes to you when you least expect it. Always keep a wet bar napkin and a crayon handy. - Bobby