I dabble in twaddle?

Dang it all, as if this week didn’t offer enough fretting and worrying to last me a lifetime, here’s a fragment of a message I just got from a prof I know:

Unless they're put in front of me, I do not read blogs as I tend to view them as self-indulgent twaddle.

Self-indulgent. Okay, I guess I just am. Throw me down the tunnel to hell’s doors, I indulge the self in my desire for a creative outlet, for a stab at good, honest writing, for friendship, for community, for all of that – I am guilty!!

But do I really twaddle?