” Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact… “

- George Eliot

Don’t ask me why. I have been inspired by several things lately and have made mental notes about things my mind would like to revisit for blog purposes, but when it comes time to sit down, I’m drained. Not so much in energy, but in mental energy. Why is that, anyway?

It’s worth mentioning that I did write for a church activity a week or so ago and it seemed as if the floodgates opened that morning. That was exhilarating and offered such good therapy.

I’ve always written for the purposes of informing or entertaining, when you look at my history. Having spent some time in radio, I wrote news to inform, obviously. I helped write bits and sketches for the listeners’ entertainment and even wrote ad copy for the purposes of selling. In all those instances, I’d have to imagine how my material would go over with a prospective audience, whether it pushed their buttons or made them laugh or told them something new that they never knew before.

But for the first time, I think, I wrote just to write. To purge. To emote. And felt lighter after doing so.

That being said, please forgive me for the absence. I’m off the bench and in the game.