Meh. It’s summer. This makes me happy.
I bonked, halfway through a DoubleX post today that I wNted to write, in fact, told people I would write–three hours later, there I was with the same single paragraph. I can tell you that is not an economically sustainable business model. This makes me unhappy.
Rory is having a delightful touch of nighttime regression, refusing to go to sleep, romping about her room, kicking, jumping and building forts until all hours. Unfortunately her room is also everyone else’s room…also, picking up things that aren’t hers and wandering off with them, and a return to scissors and the need to cut, cut, cut at paper. Can she know it’s been a year? Does she sense that? Is that it?
I think I need to get some sleep.
The blog went down for a few days, are a few posts…time for some blog repair, too. Oh, but that’s exactly what I don’t have–time for blog repair. Oh, but I have time for every thing I really WANT to do…oh, I am just going crazy.
Should I axe the blog post? Or just try to finesse it, write it off without saying anything much? I did that last night, tho. We are supposed to be thoughtful writers with a unique perspective, and feel more like a mushy writer with a blurry perspective…
Here’s the question–is ” radical homemaking” fun if it’s all you can afford? Do you have to try to make it fun, or are you allowed to want the option of buying yogurt instead of making your own? When did we decide you had to make a virtue out of every necessity in that way? It’s not my question, but another writer’s. I just wanted to say something about it, and I tuned out to have very little to say…