Hi all my faithful readers. The few. The proud. The sometimes-left-for-weeks-with-nothing-to-read. I suppose anyone who writes a blog or reads one on any regular basis has considered this, but somehow I feel compelled to expound a bit today:
On Why I am Sometimes Silent For Long Periods.
- I don't like to write things that delve too deeply into my personal life. If I am feeling sad, well, who really wants to read about that (see post of two days ago, Carpet Musings)? If I am feeling happy, I often share that, but the superstitious part of me is slightly afraid that I will jinx whatever is making me happy.
- I don't like to write much about my work life. Particularly since I am a freelancer and thus always looking for my next job, and likely to run into the same cast of characters (so to speak!) at another gig down the line. This keeps me from speaking harshly but it also keeps me from gushing when I want to.... "Wow she really loved that soprano, why didn't she write about ME when we worked together???". Sometimes, of course, it can't be helped. But I try to keep it under control.