I can still string a sentence together, and I still understand the basic principles of grammar, capitalization, and punctuation, and all that – but writing just seems like so much work these days. I think (I HOPE!) it’s just a matter of being out of the habit, but to know for sure, that would require me to actually sit down and write something more often than every four months. I promise nothing.
What’s especially awesome right now: our upcoming cruise, our trial of zip.ca, Sarah’s recent mastery of her Nonna’s eggplant parm recipe, Teddy’s consistent sweetness and enthusiasm, Veronica hitting that everything everywhere is fascinating! stage, Modern Family, My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy, my beautiful dark twisted fantasy, old cheddar, the fact that VB is available at the LCBO, the lineup for Movie Marathon VI, the Nerdist Podcast, Angry Birds, Toronto Thumbs (despite my lack of participation there, or more likely because of it), Gravitee Wars, Uncharted, and Topper’s Pizza.
What kind of sucks right now: work.
This juxtaposition wasn’t spelled out to make you feel bad for me, but to provide myself with a little perspective.
Please don’t comment on this. I’ve been negligent here and I’ve been negligent on your blog, so comments will only make me feel bad. Unless you just want me to feel bad. In that case, comment away!
Comments
I remember when I became a dad and Dave gave me a hard time about not writing.
Now I am writing like a fiend.
It's not the easiest thing to do. I just have more time to do it than most people. The other key is that I don't write on my own blog every day. I write in other places.