I am not writing enough.
I think about it a lot.
I want to do it, but life carries me away.
I'm busy, but I could make time.
Memories are fuzzy right now.
Or they just don't seem interesting.
I know when I must write.
But that hasn't happened recently.
Now I just want to.
I miss it.

The Preacher sought acceptable words, even to write down rightly words of truth or correct sentiment. Ecclesiastes 12:10