I used to be prolific on this blog. Now I’m not. I wrote and wrote and wrote here. Now I don’t. It can’t do for me what it used to do, isn’t the place where I can write what I need to write much of the time. I have toyed with the idea of ending it, but nah, I don’t need to do that. I like its place. There is still stuff to be said here. I have other outlets I can use for the other stuff I can use instead.
I thought of a story while running yesterday. Often these running brain stories fritter away after I stop running. Last week I thought of one with a mailman and a person in their house and their conversations, but later it seemed stupid.
But the one I thought of yesterday I kind of like. It’s filling out, taking shape. Tonight I actually wanted to work on it, so I will. It might take more time from this blog, but I don’t mind. I like getting ideas that I want to write about; they give me something to look forward to.