Maybe it's because some things need to be fermented before being dished out.
Maybe it's like poetry. When you grow older in the craft your poetry becomes less hysterical or verbose or loud.
Maybe it's self editorializing. The longer you blog, the more you tend to edit/gag yourself.
Maybe it's laziness. The writing it down gets so tiring that you do not want to bother anymore.
Maybe it's prioritization. There's so much going on yet there is nothing to do.
Maybe, it's maybeline.
For my loyal blog denizens who keep coming back, I'm sorry. My keyboard is on hiatus and the blog posts become harder to churn out. Thanks for sticking it out with the batchoyan. Don'tcha worry. I'm still around, and somethings bound to give in. It's gonna happen, happen someday says Liza Minnelli.
Meanwhile, happy January. I love you all