Words continue to confuse me.
When I write for my blog, I am blogging.
When I write a book, I'm not booking. I'm writing.
When I write an article, I'm not articling. I'm writing.
When I write for the web, I'm not webbing. I'm writing.
When I write on a washroom wall, I'm not washroom walling. I'm writing.
When I write for the Bible, I'm not Bibling. I'm writing. And bullshitting.
When I write my obituary, I'm not obituarying. I'm writing. Or someone else is, I guess. I'm deading.
I'm confused. And confusing.
