I must be getting old. I forgot to blog again yesterday. It seems like I do this more and more.
Maybe it’s because it doesn’t feel as important. Or maybe I’m just getting old and forgetful!
It’s not as if there aren’t other things going on in the world, things I have no real desire to blog about on writing blog. At least I don’t forget to write my words. When I don’t get to story words, that means there’s something really big going on–I’m out of town (though sometimes I get in story words then) or I’m in the process of traveling–though, yes I know, there are plenty of writers who write on planes. I can’t.
I have to have a certain amount of privacy to write, to think my own thoughts and tell my own stories and mess up. I don’t want someone inadvertently looking over my shoulder. So here’s my cane. I’m old enough. Get off my lawn while I work!
And maybe I’ll remember to blog regularly. Sigh.