Writing

Well, I wrote like three things today at work, and now I discover that I didn't email a single one of them to my home address, even though I thought I did. Well, I emailed one. But I don't like it, it's not complete.

I could try to write them again, but I doubt I'd be happy with what I come up with.

Sometimes, it's hard to come up with something to write about. I could write about my daily life. For instance, I could write about how I played basketball for 2 and a half hours last night. In fact, I have already written once today about how I discovered all sorts of things about my basketball game, and the types of players that I enjoy playing with and against. But I doubt you'd want to hear that.

Or I could write about what I'm cooking for dinner tonight. I'm an excellent cook. But I doubt you'd want to hear that.

I could tell you about what I'm reading. Or that I watched 4 episodes of "My Boys" online last night. Or that I've downloaded a lot of good music lately.

But all of that is kind of boring right? I mean, everyone does that. Why would you want to hear about the mundane, everyday things that we all do?

I'm not sure where I'm going with this. I just started writing and it all came flowing out. It's been like that all day. And I've noticed that lately my emails to my friend (with whom I exchange multiple emails a day during work-time (I'm productive!)) have been getting longer and longer.

Well, I'll make sure to email myself those things I wrote today. And I'll get them up tomorrow. And I'll just keep writing nonsense. To quote the great Harry Doyle: "Ah, don't worry, nobody's listening anyway."