I’ve been working on some writing projects off and on for the last month or two but everything is disjointed and muddled. I don’t have much of anything pressing to say about life, which bothers me. Even with prompts, I’m coming up almost empty.
The best I’ve got are little snippets of words and pictures from our days that I post on Facebook. What started out as an outlet to practice being succinct (and honestly, get some instant gratification with all your liberal “like”s) has turned itself into a whole lot of nothing else.
It feels like I’m living in the shallow end of the pool. I’m not sure what to do about that.
Haven’t I said this all before? Oh yes, that’s right; I say it about every other post on this blog, going back for a couple years. Oy.
I have made a little progress recently by bringing all our photos up to date on our Flickr account. Now you can find new photos all the way back to December 2015. (Disclaimer: It’s almost all kid pics.)
Until I write again . . .