I do my best writing and my most voluminous writing (these are related because when I write a lot, some of it is good) when I feel angry and isolated.
This past week, I felt happy. Ergo, I did not blog much.
Every week day, I studied Alexander Technique for three hours. Every day, I took a yoga class (average length was 90 minutes). I took a gratuitous drive up the PCH Thursday night and walked on the beach. I took a Torah class. I went to acupuncture three times. I was social. I made new friends. I felt good.
I didn’t much feel like writing.
Sorry.
I’m sure my happiness is just a passing phase and I will soon get back to being mean and miserable and prolific.
