It’s all your fault, really.
A couple of weeks ago, I noticed an incoming link to this blog where a blogger mentioned being happy because my post frequency was “back to normal”. Well, that lasted for about a week. I realize I haven’t devoted much time to this blog in the past month or two, and to be honest, I was hoping for some kind of writing revelation to occur. Unfortunately, it isn’t happening and I’m finding myself bored with my post drafts. So incredibly bored.
I’m not going to write about taking a blog break…it’s just that, I’m sitting here- my writing deadlines have all been met, my sick baby is sleeping, I’ve fed my Us Weekly addiction, but I just don’t have it in me to write anything at this place. And it’s not that I don’t have the material, because this week has been chock full.
(Such as, I’m now 34. This is my last year included in the 25-34 box, people.)
(Or how a stranger told my husband that I am a dead ringer for Sarah Palin. While I was standing at the polling booth! Wearing an Obama shirt! Which, apparently, is called passive electioneering and is illegal! Take THAT, rule-abiding self!)
(By the way, the short phrases ending with exclamation points?! BORING.)
(THE ALL-CAPS? ONCE AGAIN, BORING MYSELF TO TEARS.)
((((Not to mention the overuse of parentheticals.))))
GAH GAH GAH. Am I the only blogger who feels this way? Obviously I am, since all of you are NaBloPoMo-ing it like crazed over-achievers. Way to make me feel like a total turd.