Little stories, little loves. Little things we say and do. Small moments in the day that add up to a storied whole.<\/p>\n
I can’t think of anything to write about.<\/p>\n
Wait, that’s not really true. I CAN think of things to write about, but I don’t seem to be motivated enough to do the actual writing about them. I was going to gather my thoughts and write something about the discussion our stand-in guest speaker at the AWC meeting the other night sparked after her presentation on Social Media (or How Not to Waste Your Life & Ruin Your Reputation on Facebook), which was equally fascinating and aggravating. <\/p>\n
I find I bite my tongue a lot in certain settings and with certain subjects. Some people are so hard-line in their opinions that it seems a waste of time to bother tendering my own, plus much of the time I know what I think about these certain subjects, having come to my own conclusions after copious thought and input and even with an open mind, I’m not necessarily interested in entering into a debate.<\/p>\n
I can think of other things to write about but they are not the sort of topics I choose to discuss in a public forum. <\/p>\n
I could write about work, but I won’t. I could write about what I think about what you or he or she said\/did the other day, but I won’t. I could write about all the umpteen-million things I think about writing about at some point during the day or evening or night, but don’t because I have forgotten them again before I get around to it.<\/p>\n