My queendom for a blog post

I know that’s what you’re all saying. Lucky for you I won’t require all your worldly possessions. But beware. You get what you pay for.

Most of the time when I don’t blog often, it’s because:

1. My ass hurts. I sit at a computer rewriting other people’s crappy stuff for about 8 hours a day, 5 days a week. Before work and on the weekends, I sit at a computer and write my own crappy stuff (though some days that means less actual typing than staring at the blank screen, willing it to magically resemble a fiction manuscript).  So when I have “free time,” I often can’t bear to spend it sitting at a computer.

2.  Inspiration is lost in self-induced oversaturation (you do not want to know how many feeds I subscribe to) and/or temporary wipe-the-brain-clean devastation (how many articles about the murder of Dr. Tiller can one read before all thoughts about it become “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH”?).

3.  I’ve lost the will to live. OK, this one hasn’t happened yet. But you never know… my head is not a safe place to go alone.

Anyway, I have several posts written in my head that I hope to get onto the interwebs between now and Sunday. The working title of one of them is “Writing & Exercise: Separated At Birth?”  Another one is about tinnitus, tentatively titled “It’s Always Something.”

Did I warn you or what?¹

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1. No, I am not drunk blogging. But that does sound good right now. TGI almost F. [↩]