Okay, I’ll admit it. I love to talk. I love to talk about ideas, thoughts, concepts, events, emotions… I’m a veritable fount of words when it comes to talking.
But writing? Well, it’s like pulling teeth. Actually, it’s like trying to spin yarn out of the mushy fabric of my brain and soul… and I always feel worn out and reduced when it’s something substantial.
So there are 2 drafts of blog entries 1/2 finished… and there are notes for a dozen more. But this site mocks me because my most recent post is old enough to be growing mold. I know I need to post. I know I’m a bad, bad blogger. But I’m still going to go to bed early tonight leaving those darned things unfinished and this rambly old place-holder entry in their stead.
Because darn it, sometimes you just have to say *pffffbt!!!!!* to the universe and put off until tomorrow what had better been done today, or even yesterday.
Hah! I procrastinate in your general direction, noble writing ideals! And so I bid you good night!!
No seriously. I’m not promising anything, but I’ll try to get something done tomorrow. After all, my friend Scarlett says that Tomorrow is Another Day…