Was It Something I Said?

There are some people who blithely blog every day, even if it’s just a diary-like entry about mundane activities. “Had pickled herring for breakfast as usual. Argued with mother over color of drapes, scarlet vs. vermilion. Need new shoes. ” On the other hand, I often simply forget to post for weeks at a time, even when interesting things are happening. Or I think of things I’d like to write, but only when I’m not in a position to write them. I have a backlog of Italian films and books to review, but apparently that resembles work just enough to keep me in procrastination mode.