Resolution

Eyes cast down, twisting a strand. of hair, my fingertips approach the keyboard in small, shuffling steps. 
 Guilty child.


"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!