Nothing worth writing about yesterday. Nothing worth writing about today, either. Judging by these two days at least, I am hurtling forward by leaps and bounds.

Addendum (December 16, 2016)

So many years ago, I often boasted of having no idea what to write about. And in writing for all to see. Now I boast of having no idea what to write about by writing nothing at all. That is a huge step forward, no doubt. Neither am I engaged in idle scribbling, nor am I succumbing to vainglorious boasting about my dubious achievements. If I feel proud not to have written a word, I leave no trace whatsoever of the futile emotion. Now I am indeed hurtling forward by leaps and bounds…