I spend a lot of time online everyday, especially right now when I don't have a job or anything else to fill the time during the daylight hours (sure, sure, I could venture outside, but who wants that?)
I realize, however, I don't do much of what I intend to do. Often, I mean to post an update to this or my other blog. Instead, I am drawn into a whirlpool of information, much of it meaningless. I find myself more interested in reading others' writings than putting some of my own up.
In a way, this isn't really a bad thing. Blogs, especially this one, are the virtual equivalent of talking to yourself, or maybe ego masturbation. At any rate, it's mostly a personal exercise.
But I'd still like to exercise it a little more.
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
for a writer, I don't do much of it
Posted by daimon at 7:02 PM
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