Somewhere in the deep, dark crevices of my over-thinking Aquarius brain I convinced myself that all my blog posts need to sound at least a little like scholarly articles. With this being NaNaBloPop month, I've been writing a lot of posts and saving them to draft so I can either go back and tweak them or ditch them altogether. I started four separate posts today, each of which was absolutely horrible. I have no idea what posessed me to think ANYONE would be interested in some of the subject matter nor do I know why I thought they all needed to read like paragraphs from my masters' thesis. I'm not saying this out of self-pity--I'm telling you because the junk I'm writing, while horrid for blogging, is absolutely hilarious. Here's my favorite reject:
Remember the last episode of Little House on the Prairie where the "bad" folks are buying Walnut Grove and Laura gets mad and breaks a window? I get that.
That's it. I saved THAT as a draft. WHAT??? I have no idea what that even means. Perhaps I should submit it as a writing prompt. Everybody take that and....BLOG.
I don't feel like I have my usual "OMG it's NaNaBloPop" writer's block panic thing happening this year, but I'm obviously having some trouble getting my posts started some days. The problem, you see, is that my brain overthinks pretty much everything. We're making some grand life decisions around these parts lately so things are coming to me in fragments. There are notes all around my house which, honestly, is nothing new. I'm known at work as "the stage manager who goes to the bathroom with 8 post-its stuck to her shirt," after all.
I think a part of me would just really like to sit and have a face-to-face conversation, perhaps with some of you. No screens, no typing, no avatars, just people and maybe a big cup of coffee.
Ok, reality? My in-laws are arriving in a few hours and I just had surgery and can't clean like I want to and OMG you would not believe the number of MegaBlocks on the living room floor right now. If they comment that the house is a mess, I think I'll just show them my scar and cry. Yes. That will work. Or I'll break a window like Laura. Then they'll hardly notice the blocks for all the glass.