There are frequent intervals in my life when I just close up shop and work on autopilot (and apparently use a ridiculous amount of clichés).
This is one of those times. There's nothing wrong, no impending situation - just me being me.
I'm going through my days and nights, with little resistance, but also little challenge and I'm okay with that right now. Some times I just like to coast. But, I can see that there are some hills looming and I'm going to have to switch gears if I'm going to make it over. For now though, I'm enjoying cruise mode.
Something I've always wanted to do is write. Some may argue that through this blog I already have, but the blog is interesting (I think) short bursts of thoughts. When I think of writing, I think of a longer more developed thought process. The problem is that my scope of imagination is quite limited. Which is one of the reasons I don't blog frequently.
Advice out there will tell you to write often and about anything - just write, write, and write. I get that, but I'm not one to talk for the sake of talking, so a by-product is that I don't blog for the sake of blogging. I'm not really interested in sharing where and what I had for breakfast - that's what Twitter is for, which I've also stopped using (no offence to anyone, but I really don't have the persistence, patience, and continual web-access to make it worth my while).
Although I do like blogging.
But, just not for the sake of it.
Despite the fact that this post is really starting to prove me wrong.
Seriously, I think that I just needed to state to myself and anyone who might be reading that it's okay if I'm not "on".
I realized that it doesn't make me less of a writer just because I write less.