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.