I reserve the write to write . . . and the right to write. When I feel like writing, then I shall. If I don’t feel like writing, then I have that right too. Confused? So am I, and I just don’t feel like writing about it . . . or righting about it. Then again, am I writing just to write?
I have found that too much in life requires my diligence and timely attention. My desire to write this blog has diminished and I don’t feel like exercising my right to write. Maybe I’ll just complain harshly or be extremely happy about an experience and write about things then.
Until that next time, don’t ever settle for mediocrity if you’re expecting better.
CritDicks may very well be done. Finally! You can put that in your pipe and smoke it Scotty.