I was going to take a blogging hiatus, indefinitely, except on Thursdays, because that’s the day I write for Fancy Little Things. So it would be more like a part-time hiatus.
I can’t even do hiatus right.
That pretty much sums up how I’m feeling right now.
Yup. It’s not a great time for me. Imagine me, the computer, and snacks, alternating salty and sweet.
I may need an intervention, or a wilderness experience.
You know the kind…where you pack a bag and take a hike out into the middle of nowhere to sit on a rock and get in touch with God, your inner child, and nature itself.
Only I’d really like my wilderness adventure to happen in a Holiday Inn with a spa right around the corner. They even play cd’s with exotic bird sounds and waterfalls. I’d say that was real close to nature, minus the poisonous snakes.
Instead, my wilderness looks a lot like a pink fuzzy bathrobe, a sink overflowing with dirty dishes, and laundry that refuses to clean itself (or put itself neatly in the hamper).
I wasn’t taking a blogging break because I have nothing to say. I mean, that’s rare, but there’s too much else that’s clouding my thoughts right now.
And, people keep tell me to write a book.
Do you know many pages are in a book?
The bigger problem…
A book about WHAT????
Go ahead and make suggestions, because I go round and round with ideas and I could be stuck in this circle for the next thirty years.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a wilderness couch calling my name and a big pink fuzzy robe that helps me connect with my inner child.
I’ll see you after my hiatus is over, or on Thursday, whichever comes first.
Ok, the truth is I’ll probably write something tomorrow, but let’s still pretend this is a hiatus.
Humor me please.