7 September 2005
When I review what I've written over the last few years, some of it I really like and I'm very proud of. Some of the rest of it I'm not proud of, and some I'm quite ashamed of. I've always thought of myself as laid back and not inclined to temper, but in recent years I've had to accept that that view is self-delusion. What I do is hold it in and hold it in and hold it in and then spew, often saying more than I meant to or speaking more harshly than I ought. One reason I've not written here in a while is that I'm struggling with a desire to be more measured thwarted by a tendency to fly off. While the rants may be interesting to read sometimes, they're not fun to look back on, especially when my imprudence remains bright and shiny right online for everyone to access in perpetuity.
Unlike Susanna, I haven't taken any time off from the blog. Maybe I should.
But it's probably not going to happen, because if I don't vent here, the places I do vent are apt to be very, very distraught once the translators arrive, that is.Posted at 6:21 AM to Blogorrhea