You know, everybody needs a hobby. And since I don’t think The Misses will let me get away with smoking a pipe, I’ve been painfully trying to take up writing instead. As anyone who checks this site on any sort of regular basis can attest, my output isn’t what you would call prodigious which is really a shame since I’ve quite fond of the word “prodigious” and would like to use it more often.
But meager as my efforts are, I still get enjoyment out of them. I really get a kick out of managing to crank out a moderately clever post from time to time. That also holds true for my even more infrequently penned poems. Plus there’s the added benefit that it gives me an excuse to buy those cute little Moleskine notebooks.