I haven't been blogging much the last week or so. I think there are two things at play. One is being busy and offline for chunks of time. The other I think is Twitter. Because I have this venue for my half-assed unformed notions, I just dump them there rather than trying to expand them and make them posts.

Back in the Reality Break days, several writers who wrote poetry, short fiction and novels told me that being versed in all forms let them adjust the form of the writing to the size of the idea. If you have one central image, make it a poem. If you have a multi-generational saga, it's a novel or series of novels.

I kind of feel the same way about Twitter. My skepticism about it still remains a little bit. Partly, that's because the first thing I did was ignore the central idea of "What are you doing?" That's really a generally dull notion for me. I've been trying to cover my podcast listening fairly thoroughly with it and occasionally throw out a provocative idea or two. Were I limited to the "what are you doing" question, I'd be bored shitless.