I have observed over the past few weeks that my desire to write about things that have happened to me and that I have thought has diminished considerably. There are often periods when I can’t be bothered to write up proper posts on this blog that will make sense to readers other than myself, but I’ve also dramatically lowered the number of words being typed into my electronic diary too, that is, the place where I put things that will only make sense to me because I want to write them down but they’re not important enough to me to write in anything beyond note form.

This has both positive and negative connotations. Positively, there are times when writing things down can be an excuse not to do them or not to take action on them if they’re just general bad things, and I do not like the fact that I tend to moan and complain on here when I’m not sure that I really have much right to. Negatively, writing is a good way to make certain things clear, it’s good practice at writing well (though I often don’t put enough effort in on this blog), and the opportunity to learn about myself and others by re-reading posts at a later date is being lost because, well, there’s nothing to read for things that have happened recently.