So saying I’d do NaBloPoMo this year, or at least this month of this year, wasn’t such a great idea after all. I’m still battling the latest depressive episode, and that means that my creativity is shot to hell at the moment. Every time I think of writing, I realize it’s likely to turn into a major bout of kvetching. Who wants to read that?
So I don’t blog at those times. I’d rather remain silent, or at least write it in a private journal.
Fortunately during my temporary silence a couple of ideas have snuck into my brain and started percolating. So maybe I’ll come out of this enough to write something useful, non-kvetch-ing, worthwhile shortly.