I can barely string together a decent post these days. For some reason it is becoming increasingly hard to sit here in front of the screen and let the words just come. They used to, spilling from the mysterious recesses of my brain, and now I’m in a drought.
I could blame the holidays. Ironic, as Easter is traditionally our quietest one. We stay here, spend four days lazing about, and the purchases we only need to worry about are the chocolate variety, and how hard is that to stuff up, really?
But yesterday, after a quick visit to the park, I came home and was back in bed by 11am for a nap. Part of me revels in the luxury; the other part is disgusted. (What am I? A six month old baby?) There are plenty of things I could and should be doing, but I won’t. I need to rest. I’m feeling slightly off.
So then I wonder if this is why I’m getting into Twitter more? Is it because of the lack of length or ‘effort’ one needs to use it? Are these necessary constrictions a soothing quick-eze (Pepto-Bismol) for those of us who get burned out by the responsibilities we feel we owe to our blogs/blogging? I think that’s the case for me. Example: I love getting on to read someone has just eaten a packet of chocolate cookies in one sitting because, seriously, that is something I’d totally do. (Okay, have done.)
For the Twitterers out there – why do you use it? What is the attraction? Is it as addictive (or more so?) than blogging?
For the non-Twitterers out there – why don’t you use it?
