I was having lunch with my friend Liz a couple of weeks ago, and she asked me, as one does, what I was writing.
I am on a third draft of my memoir, I said; I am writing poetry, I am writing on the Gospel of John, and I am blogging.
“Blogging?” she said. “Oh yes, blogging is writing. I never thought of that.”
Well, dear Liz, what else is blogging?
In fact, a compact with oneself to write a certain number of blog entries a day (more than one, say) does force you to live a little bit more carefully, on the look-out for subject matter for your voracious and ravenous blog.