Like a lover scorned, my blog is completely unimpressed with my recent neglectful behavior.
I used to be so attentive to it's needs, so filled with wonderful flowery language and playful imagery to satisfy it's insatiable appetite for an endless stream of content.
Alas, now our relationship is a mere shadow of it's former glory. Where once the Great Muse bestowed me with many inspired offerings, there is now only dust, mere fragments of a once great promise.
I have tried to make amends, though the whole "it's not you, it's me" line did not go over very well with my blog. I have also tried to coast on my charm, though this is wearing thin as well. The only form of appeasement is through the provision of content.
So then, here I start again... digital signals form words as I type, giving shape to the random thoughts and flights of fancy that consume my mind.
My dear blog, I hope you are happy.....