I've noticed. Of course I've noticed. I've just been waiting for others to notice.
I am no longer allowed to complain that I don't have anything about which to write.
It's all there. All those damn quickies that I write. Up to a dozen or so each day, perhaps. Each one is basically a topic sentence for an entry waiting to be written. Straining to be written.
I need to stop whining, and I need to start writing. Or maybe I should do both.
That's what people expect from me, after all.