I write so infrequently writing seems an activity somehow special. This leads me to only write when I feel I have something terrifically special to discuss, meaning I write little. It’s a vicious circle.
Throughout the course of the day, I have plenty of ideas for what I could write about, only to shoot myself down. Every few months I think about this, leading to such gems as Two Quirks of Our Flat where I write about whatever is on my mind. But still I haven’t escaped the circle.