I’ve written a lot about not knowing what to write lately.
The irony is not lost on me.
I’m trying to force myself to write until the words just flow, the stories return, my punctuation and sentence structure improves.
Blech. (Thank you for putting up with me.)
I’ve been writing on other sites about other topics, but this blog is my tiny piece of property where I can chew on things, toss them around and try to make sense of the world, share my deep thoughts, or post random photos showing how my hands look like Madonna’s (they totally do.)
My stream of conscious thoughts are not always pretty, so I still censor. My point of view has changed on many things, and I’ve irritated too many ‘friends’ on Facebook already, so I bite my tongue.
blah blah blah…
I’m afraid of losing my voice.
It’s why I keep forcing myself to write at least one post a week, despite the fact they say pretty much the same thing, every time.
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