It's Not You, It's Me

My dear blog, I know I have been neglecting you lately. Please, baby, look at me. It's not that I don't love you anymore, you know I do. You're always there for me, waiting, faithfully. It's just that lately, going to Facebook and giving a quick status update is so easy and efficient. It's addictive too - that immediate release of information. With you, my darling, it's like a slow dance where I have to take time to think of witty and detailed anecdotes from my not very exciting life. Don't get me wrong; once I do come up with a creative blog post, write it up and click on "Publish Now", I get the most incredible feeling of release and pleasure. But baby, sometimes I just need that quick fix. I want to write just a short sentence, maybe even a phrase, and get it out there into the world. Don't judge me for that.

I know you'll always be here, waiting for me. And please know you're in the back of my mind always; that nagging voice saying, "You really need to post to your blog. You haven't posted anything in over a week". It's not that you're a nag, please don't take offense. You force me to be a better writer -please know I am eternally grateful to you for that. But baby, I feel that we need to open up our relationship to other social media. I met this really hot spot named Twitter - would you mind if I went on a few posts there? It wouldn't mean anything, I swear. Just a meaningless one-second status update, and then I'll come right back to ya.

Thanks doll, you really are something.