Shame has always been a good motivator for me.  My colleagues remind me of the dry spell that is my blog.  I’ve barely kept up on Twitter and FaceBook. If you’re waiting for a LinkedIn respsonse, my apologies. But the best shaming came last night when my 11-year-old daughter, Emma pointed out that a quick glance at my blog indicated that I had not written anything new in months.  Of course, she said it with a tone that also indicated that my blog posts were somehow akin to an LP collection, as in “how quaint that you still try to …