Here’s the deal: I finally have some shit to write about that isn’t related to death/dying/grief /depression and/or presumptuous pretend-Buddha iguanas.*
Like, “Hey y’all, my blog is now ONE YEAR OLD!”
“Hey, remember last Valentine’s Day when I enacted that stupid no-dating/sex Moratorium (and then substantially complied with it?) It’s officially over today!”
“Hey, it turns out that I’m probably going to stay here, in Mexico, and try to scrabble out a meager existence in paradise (whether I want to or not) this is major!”
That is a LOT of fodder for blog posts.
I should be ecstatically writing my little heart out.
But I’m not.
I mean, I’m writing this, right now, but trust me, I’m practically having to force each word.
Each. Fucking. Word.
Oh, the “I don’t want to write and you can’t make me” trauma/drama/angst going on in my head is truly remarkable.
(it took me 10 minutes to come up with writing “Remarkable.”…again.)
(I’m not kidding.)
I’m so resistant today that I don’t even want to entertain the thought of trying to figure out what the fuck is responsible for this latest writer’s block.
I guess I won’t.
Happy Valentine’s Day….
*except for this: Sue, the pretend-Buddha iguana is NOT ON THE WALL TODAY! I can’t find him anywhere. It’s very unlike him to not be on the wall. OMG what if he is in the house? Totally. Creepy.
** and I guess I want to say THANK YOU to everyone who has gone on this blogging “journey” with me over the last year. It’s been fun and crazy and weird and oh-the-wonderful-people-I’ve-“met”-here. As of yesterday I had a little over 10,000 page views and 80 blog posts….say WHAT?! You guys are awesome, every last one of you.