Confessions of a Pseudo Writer

I have another blog. It's a work relationship. At first, writing somewhere else was more exciting than writing on my home blog. I wrote about different things. I was a different person with a different agenda. The words were dressed differently. When I started it, I wrote about things I was passionate about. I wrote about fun and games. I wrote about connections and change agents. Sometimes I copied and pasted others' words to get a point across, all legitimate, all for the sake of the cause.

There's nothing underhanded about any of this. How can there be when both blogs know about the other's existence. It's just that one or the other tends to be neglected. Lately it's both. Lately, I haven't wanted to write at all. Lately, I've had nothing to say. Lately, writing seems to be too onerous, too energy-sucking, too meaningless.

Here's my second confession. I've turned to Facebook to give me a quick, easy writing fix. Facebook is like a one night stand.(I've never actually had a one night stand, so this is all fanciful or at a stretch, theoretical) Fun while it lasts, a little embarrassing once it's out there, and always leaving one with wishing it was more than it actually is.

I may have to go back to the old fashioned ways of pen and paper, like "morning pages" to find meaning again. I may have to cut all ties with on-line writing. I'll have to keep the work relationship blog but it can remain just that.

I may post soon or not.
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