I've been rather delinquent on blogging lately. It's not that my imagination hasn't been working--it's more of I have been focusing my writing efforts in other areas (such as my novel). Plus a pinch of laziness. But still, when I try to write something up for this blog my mind goes blank.
A lot of people just write about whatever is going on in their lives. Well, it's summer. And I'm blogging and brainstorming and weeding in the garden. If you want to read more about weeding in the garden, head over to www.emidrash.net and check out the latest newsletter. As for the brainstorming, that's classified information.
Others like to go all philosophical. I've done that a few times--probably scared a few people. Most of the stuff going through my mind at the moment though is either undeveloped or overdone. There's only so much you can write on the meaning of life.
Then there's poetry. Most of my poetry falls into the last category though, so that doesn't work.
So, I just don't know what to write about. Seems like I've got nothing to say. Which is kinda sad, cause in my view life is just one big conversation. That would make this one of those awkward silences. Unless, of course, you have something to say. I hear that we are supposed to listen twice as much as we talk (two ears, one mouth)...
...you know, maybe I could write about the big conversation. Maybe....
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