Feed Me
I've been lax in writing blogs lately.
It's kind of like in college when I went through my poetry phase. All that angst, frustration and hormonal overload erupted for months, and then the volcano went dormant.
I have drawn all the funny stuff, it seems.
Written all the funny stuff.
All that's left in me is my religious vigor, and I feel like I'm going to go all pulpit-banging-preacher if I'm not careful.
Maybe I need some new ideas. Or maybe some suggestions. I can't think of anything exciting or interesting to talk about.
The only time I've gotten that creative spark in the last few months was when I was doing NaNoWriMo. It was like that little patch of happy, blooming imagination I have in my head burst into life, but was quickly killed by the over-zealous attempt to rip it all out and put it on paper.
It was fun, it was healthy, but when I tried to sit down and write a blog it went all snowy in that quadrant of my brain.
Last week's blog was pretty heavy. And then I was afraid to check my comments, so I was avoiding my blog, but also compulsively checking it at the same time to see if the crap had hit the fan. Luckily, nobody felt like arguing with me, and I felt it was safe to return.
I tried to throw some humor in that blog with a drawing, but the scanner kept telling me to check my connection to the computer, which really irritated me since it's wireless and I had just printed something. What irritated me more was the fact that somebody *cough* Jeremy *cough* had been turning the printer off, which means that it plays dead when you turn it back on and pretends that it doesn't know what you're talking about. Jeremy said that he did that because Eden was pushing buttons, but I know he really did it because he wanted me mad at him. He's weird like that. Anyway, I took it as a sign not to post the picture, but I'll do it today because I crave peer approval.
It's kind of like in college when I went through my poetry phase. All that angst, frustration and hormonal overload erupted for months, and then the volcano went dormant.
I have drawn all the funny stuff, it seems.
Written all the funny stuff.
All that's left in me is my religious vigor, and I feel like I'm going to go all pulpit-banging-preacher if I'm not careful.
Maybe I need some new ideas. Or maybe some suggestions. I can't think of anything exciting or interesting to talk about.
The only time I've gotten that creative spark in the last few months was when I was doing NaNoWriMo. It was like that little patch of happy, blooming imagination I have in my head burst into life, but was quickly killed by the over-zealous attempt to rip it all out and put it on paper.
It was fun, it was healthy, but when I tried to sit down and write a blog it went all snowy in that quadrant of my brain.
Last week's blog was pretty heavy. And then I was afraid to check my comments, so I was avoiding my blog, but also compulsively checking it at the same time to see if the crap had hit the fan. Luckily, nobody felt like arguing with me, and I felt it was safe to return.
I tried to throw some humor in that blog with a drawing, but the scanner kept telling me to check my connection to the computer, which really irritated me since it's wireless and I had just printed something. What irritated me more was the fact that somebody *cough* Jeremy *cough* had been turning the printer off, which means that it plays dead when you turn it back on and pretends that it doesn't know what you're talking about. Jeremy said that he did that because Eden was pushing buttons, but I know he really did it because he wanted me mad at him. He's weird like that. Anyway, I took it as a sign not to post the picture, but I'll do it today because I crave peer approval.
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| You cannot change the laws of physics... |
So, ask me questions! Stoke the fire of my imagination! Give me something, anything, to keep this blog alive, since I feel like I have to keep it alive, since it's like my online journal. PLeaSEee....I will even draw a picture of you, and post it here. I'll even use my nice, fine-tipped sharpies.
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