It's kinda sad to see my blog dying a slow death due to neglect. Concerned friends have texted me to ask if I am well and that they miss reading my stories. Why would anyone miss reading the stuff that I write, especially now that they are not coming from my soul, so to speak?
For a time-strapped person like me who's juggling business, housework and God knows what, Facebook has become the most convenient tool to stay in touch. It promotes laziness because I don't have to think of composition, grammar and content. The less I write, the less I know how to write. I'm as uninspired as a rock.
I went to bed early last night and woke up after 4 hours of sleep. Though I was tossing and turning in bed, I didn't turn on the lights fearing that I might startle Rusty and my heavy eyelids. I reached out for the iPad by the bedside and started searching for recipes. Recipes at 12.30am? I might have been too hungry to sleep. I heard SK opening the fridge in the kitchen. He must have been hungry too because I discovered this morning that he ate 3 apples in the night.
Anyway, I chanced upon David Lebovitz's blog and fell in love with the way he writes so easily about everything from Paris bakeries to pancakes. He has such a flair for writing and he makes baking sound like a piece of cake, so fuss-free and simple. For a moment before I slowly drifted back to sleep, I felt inspired to revive my blog again. I must be dreaming when I thought that it's quite possible to write effortlessly like him when I find my inspiration again.
I was motivated enough to bake brioche for breakfast this morning.
Maybe there is hope for my blog afterall.