A writer in my mind

I bike to work every morning.  I bike home every evening.  As I pedal through the fog and rain, I think about happier things.  I think about writing.

I’m not sure how many half-articles I have in my mind right now.  A rough count puts the number at way over ten.  I need to start writing these down.  Typing them into the Internet.  I need to… but I don’t.  I think about them twice daily, and then forget about them when I get home.

Let’s see if I can change this (ahem) cycle of not blogging.

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