Once upon a time, I used to blog every day. Sometimes I even posted more than once a day. How did I come up with so much to talk about?
I'm sitting here, trying to figure out what to write and I have nothing.
Part of it is because I used to blog about my stories and ideas and I don't do that anymore. Mostly because so many of my plans and the ideas I wanted to write, well, I just don't have time to write them. I think it maybe disappointed people, especially when I talked about ideas for more books in my Jarved Nine series.
Another part might have to do with being more tired now. I work ridiculous hours at the day job because of how bad the traffic is, and I'm done when I get home.
It's funny how I get ideas on topics to blog about while I can't write them down. I tell myself: Remember this for later! Only I never do.
I took a few minutes to look back at old pictures from posts. There was the one with the fountain pen--I don't use fountain pens anymore, although I like writing with them. I found the picture from when I discovered my latest favorite pen brand (EnerGel) and it's still my favorite. There's a picture from when I tried to make my mom's plum pirogis and failed. And the stray cat I fed on my patio until it disappeared.
And there are so many pictures of notebooks and planners--which I still talk about.