Alright, I'm admitting it. I've boxed myself into a corner.
I'm not writing about my kids - because I've done a lot of that lately.
I'm not writing about work - because I feel like I've gone to that well once too often in recent weeks.
I'm not writing about angst, anger, revenge, karma, payback or any of those other things - because I'm just not in that place anymore.
I'm not writing about the day to day battles that we all face - because they never go away anyway.
I'm not writing about the factions that I strive to never make feel that I write about them - because, let's face it...some people still care far too much about what I say. Que sera sera.
I'm not writing for my future, my dreams, my suddenly evolving- and wholly unexpected- fantasies. Because it's not "safe".
So the question becomes this...if I can't say what I want to on my blog...what's the point?
Friday, June 5, 2009
Posted by the rotten correspondent at 12:02 AM