There's a moment every day when I think, "I should have written about that in my blog," but then I realize that instead of planting the seeds that would grow into a story, I put them in boxes on a shelf called Twitter, or Tumblr, or Google Plus.
They're nice seeds and all, and they look great in their individual boxes, preserved for years to come, but they never get a chance to grow into something more than just seeds. That's sort of sad, I think, and I always promise myself that I'm going to come back here and write something every single day, and give myself one assignment and deadline a week... but I'm just not disciplined enough to do that right now, and I haven't been for close to a year.
It's not that I don't love telling stories, but I sort of feel like a band that's been on tour so long -- and having so much fun doing it -- they haven't gone into the studio to cut an album in so long, they've forgotten how to do it.
