So I haven’t written anything in the blog for nearly a week. Aside from the video entry I did last week, I haven’t really thought about my blog, but I guess I did think about it more than I did Facebook, which I haven’t really thought about at all. I still think about Google+ and Twitter, both of which I enjoy, but I haven’t felt overly motivated to write the past couple of days. Some would interpret this to mean that there is something bothering me but the truth is quite the contrary; I am enjoying my life to the fullest and sometimes that means that you can’t sit down and write a blog entry. I guess some chapters of my life are just meant for the autobiography that I’ll write in my 50s and don’t really afford themselves to a sneak peak as to the contents of that stunning piece of literary work that won’t be out for at least a decade.
Sometimes when you’re simply up and doing, you don’t have time to do the blog thing. Like you, I go through phases of being less or more loquacious. The issue with Twitter for me is that while I use it a lot – and I probably mean more than I need to – it does sort of stop you thinking in paragraphs, let alone larger prose.
Sometimes I feel like my tweets are like barks. I just bark out something quickly and then move on, with little thought behind what I am saying. I have to remember that sometimes it’s good to exercise the brain by thinking in something other than quickly little jerky literary barks.
This should be interesting autobiography to read. I’ll add it to my wish list. 😉
You’ll be in it!