soapboxdiner

Loosing interest

Oh Diaryland. I fear I grow tired of sharing my life here with you. Or rather, I fear that I have exhausted my desire to write of my life wittily and with charm. These past months, my writing has lost the umph it once had - all those long months ago. How I wish I could hold up for your edification a demonstration on how the quality of what's found here has diminished. Sadly however, I have deleted much of the documentation I have set to information bytes - 1 � years worth, give or take.

It isn't that my love has diminished; more, my inclination to use skill and style to describe my thoughts and daily experience for you has dissipated to the point that reading what I write bores me. And if I bore myself, how must the uninvolved reader feel?

I wonder if this is just a passing phase. There are so many phases and experiences one faces as an on-line journaller. I won't say that I will leave today - or tomorrow or the next day - but right now, I feel as if my hobby of sharing my life here has lost something crucial that allowed me a sense of satisfaction at the end of each entry. I don't know if it will return. It could, or could not. In the meantime, I will be here as always. Or perhaps something else will spark an interest in me, and I will fade away.

6:31 pm - 03.04.03
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