On a whim…

First I resolved to write regularly; I verged on excessive. Then I crossed paths with an idea that I am still working on. Later, embarrassed that I had taken so long to write I hid behind the shield of business. Finally, I just blocked the whole thing out of mind, or so I thought. I needed, compulsively needed, an excuse. I have none. There’s no reason why I did not write.

Perhaps that’s all I have to say on this topic. Perhaps I will write again today. Or, if I do not, I shall only say, as I have learned from Bartleby the Scrivener, “I prefer not to.”