Hah.
Who has time to write?
That’s today’s prompt, the first prompt for NaBloPoMo. I literally laughed out loud when I read it. And then I cursed. A lot.
Awhile back, I tossed out the idea, on Joy’s blog, that maybe I don’t blog anymore because I’m too busy reading other people’s blogs and helping other people blog to actually do it myself. And that maybe, just maybe, those bloggers have stolen my words.
Stolen as in – what’s left to say? I mean really?
I read thousands of posts everyday and some of them are wickedly good. I shake my head in agreement. I smile in recognition. I sit with my mouth hanging open in awe.
What really is there left for me to say, at the end of the day, that has not already been said?
The truth is – I’m not sure I know what I used to like best about writing. I just don’t have the time to do it, much less think about it.
And yes that makes me a little sad.
Let’s see what happens this month. Will I really write anything at all?
Ah. Maybe that’s it. Good call.
But keep writing. Ahem.