I often tell people that one of my hobbies is writing. I do write, obviously. I write things on my blog. And I often write blog entries that I never post, because they're either uninteresting (even to me), or because they feel too personal, or too ambitious, or something like that. But I haven't made any forward progress on any of my stories or poetry or "novels" in a long time. I've been feeling annoyed by this. And yesterday, I was talking with two of my Korean colleagues, in a homebound carpool, and they wanted to know details. What was my novel about? What kind of novel was it? And I realized I really didn't like what I have. I certainly wouldn't share it, the way I share these random bloggiations. Why? That's hard to understand.