12 March 2011

On writing

Why did I stop writing?

Did I run out of words?  Did I run out of time?  Did I run out of self to express?

Really, I think it's just because I've come to the conclusion that my writing is a burden upon others.  I mean, what gives me the right to ramble on about myself as if there's some worth within those ramblings?  I suppose that's why I'm very active on Facebook, commenting on others' status updates but hardly ever composing my own.  But I feel safer here on my blog.  It seems visitors don't stop here unless they're looking to read my ramblings...or to see 6 billion photos of the boys.

Here are utterly unrelated photos from various trips to the local science museum:




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