A couple weeks ago I wrote a post about how sometimes I write angry rants that I don't want to publish. Today I've got a different kind of thing sitting on my computer. It's about 100 words, and it's an extended metaphor about water. I'm actually pretty proud of it. But I don't feel comfortable publishing it, for a reason that feels symmetrical to the reason I don't publish those angry rants. It's more emotion than content. There's a lot of content, but still.
I'm not sure how weird I should feel about that, about explicating my innermost thoughts and feelings on this blog.
Anyway, much like a few weeks ago I couldn't come up with decent posts because everything I wanted to write was too angry, right now I can't think of anything decent to post because everything I want to write is too fluffy.