The writing just hasn’t been coming lately. I’ll get ideas when I can’t write, and then when I can sit down at the keyboard….ZipZeroNada. Vanished, every last whiff of it.
If I was being graded on my blogging consistency, or on my doing writing of any kind whatsoever on a what-might-be-considered-regular-basis-if-I-fudge-it (and by fudging it, I mean…lying…) then I’d be happy to be given a Grateful D.
What’s a Grateful D? It’s where you know you should fail the class, and the professor knows you should fail, but he doesn’t want you taking his class again because he can just tell that you really won’t understand Topology EVER, but it’s okay because only geniuses like him understand it and know what it’s for, so he gives you a D, allowing you to check off that requirement for graduation and go bother some other professor with your utter lack of genius in the higher maths and how are you a mathematics major, anyway?
So, you take your D. And you’re grateful. And you don’t tell anyone. Ever.
Oh….ooops. Well. Y’all can keep a secret, right?
And looky there - I wrote a post. If the strike isn’t completely over, then perhaps, at last, negotiations have begun.
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About Bobbie Laughman
Living with chronic foot-in-mouth disease is the main reason Bobbie prefers the written word over speaking out loud to actual, in-person human beings. Amazingly, however, she has been known, on rare occasions, but in the presence of reliable witnesses, to utter complete sentences with both feet on the ground.
Bobbie enjoys painting, but stubbornly refuses to make time to do it. Someone should give her a good talking to about that. She really needs to visit her happy place again...and perhaps paint some things for her sweet little granddaughter, E.B.
You might think that since Bobbie likes to cook, and to write about cooking and food, that she's some snobby gourmet wannabe. Nah. If a recipe is too long, her eyes start to roll back in her head before she finishes scanning the ingredients list. Quick & yummy, but healthy, and she's all over it.
Bobbie's read way too many Star Trek novels for one sane person. Once, for a party during her first year at college, she dressed herself as Spock, going so far as to cut and dye her hair. She's been to Star Trek conventions, but never in costume. She's weird, but not that weird. Or perhaps, not that brave.
There's a mixed-up universe in Bobbie's head, where Bert & Ernie and Bert & Nan Bobbsey hang out with Moist von Lipwig, Adora Belle and Mr. Tiddles, in Emeril's kitchen (having politely shown Emeril the door), and give cooking lessons to Erma Bombeck and Mr. Spock.
You do not want to go in there...
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I completely relate to what you describe about writing, not writing, and hating not writing. Hopefully things are cycling around to a better position.