A lot of times I don’t blog, not because I don’t have anything to say, but because I don’t have anything I can blog. Big difference. There are days I’d love to go off on rants about people I know (are you reading this, wondering if it’s you? Honestly, it’s probably not you), work, or things are too personal for a blog (and, yes, there are things too personal for a blog). That’s how I’ve been feeling of late. Lots to say, nowhere to say it except my newly resurrected private journal. Times like this I understand the joy of an anonymous blog–but then someone always finds it, don’t they, and then it’s definitely not anonymous anymore (hmmm, could this be an interesting plot point for my novel? Could work…).
Where to Find Me
Where to Find Me
