I used to write a lot.

[meej]

But then, I used to have a lot more time to waste. I used to see shirts that said, "I am so totally blogging this later", and I'd think, "I totally will, shirt! Right on!" I remember first getting onto Livejournal, even before college (what), and I'd update that sorry rag once a day, if not more.

Now I check my reading list daily and smile as I see my friends type in a sentence here and there, which reminds me to write them letters in longhand, and then... there it rests. I could post graphs of my running-times or updates of my precious guppy, but I'm lazy and it's like nine whole keystrokes to get the image to happen.

I could write about books I've read, but that's time I could be spending reading the next book in the series; I could extol the virtues of my friends, but that's when I could be talking with them; I could be whining about my writing, but that's time I could be actually telling stories with words, not just murfling about it.

What I need is longer periods of time with Internet access, and time spent hurry-up-and-waiting, afforded so well by office jobs and waiting for home repairmen to arrive.

Comments

[erstwhiletexan]

*hugs*

[thez]

I am also not so good with the blogging! The lack of an office job really does eat into idle-typing internet time. But I'm happy for whatever Meej sightings I get, be they in blog, chat, letter, or person form!

[sudaki]

Hello, Neething.

How are you?

It has been a long, long time.

I've fallen off a lot. And I suck at communicating. But I check back sometimes and say to myself "Neething is being smart and clever as usual. I should say something." Then I don't.

But I should.