I have about six drafts sitting there, looking at me every time I log on here, saying Finish writing about this, or — for a couple — Post me! I want to see the light of day!

Every time I think about hitting “publish”, I have to consider the few and precious people who will read what I write, and I have to come to terms with the few and precious people that won’t.

It’s a lot, and every time I click that friendly-looking {Publish} button I know why so many people don’t write at all, even if they enjoy it.

I’m taking time away from work to write this. That’s another reason I don’t write much; I’m not organized enough yet (I have to keep using this word — yet) to write without borrowing that time from something else. But the words just bubble up and spill over and if I don’t write I do believe I would explode.

So this is me, writing instead of exploding. Three more weeks left in 2018. Nothing is ever finished. Thank God for that.