I don’t have much of anything to say today. It’s not writers block. It’s a case of the things that are on my mind aren’t my stories to tell. That’s something I’m always conscious of. You may have noticed that I talk about myself a lot in these posts. That’s because I’m uncomfortable telling other people’s stories. I don’t think I can do them justice. And I’m not sure I have the right to try. I guess I’d make a bad biographer.
So, what I’m trying to say is there’s nothing that’s mine for me to say today. I hope that’s not too convoluted. Hopefully I’ll do better tomorrow.
Here’s an original haiku to get you through until then:
Christmas is the best
Not just because of presents
But because of love
