Eyes cast down, twisting a strand. of hair, my fingertips approach the keyboard in small, shuffling steps.
"Ridiculous!", I tut.
'It's a blog!
There's no pressure to write!
I have no obligation to it!
It's just a stupid piece of cyberspace!
Not using the space does not qualify as 'neglect'!'
... And yet, I feel guilty for not observing the discipline that is attempting to write creatively, or at the very least, honestly.
So I make a very dubious resolution, to surf less and type more.
No doubt time will show just HOW dubious that is!
And no doubt, my fingers will continue their shuffling steps!