I did say this would be Wrist to Forehead Sunday, didn’t I? Well it is. And this is another post about Why I Can’t Write a Post Today.
I’m still tired, and my brain is still fuzzy. I have an unholy urge to end my post right there. I mean, what else can I say? And how long will this obsession of posting every day continue? A little while longer, I guess. At least until tomorrow.
Can I plead I am still tired from my great effort on the DARE 5K? From partying heartily later in the day? From the fact that I am 50? All excellent excuses. I am more concerned right now with how I can possibly un-fuzz my brain. Hmmmmm…. Nope, too fuzzy to think of a way.
I have often observed, even recently, that if one can write at all, one can often segue over into writing something else. So here I am writing at all. And yet, all I can manage it seems is a Wrist to Forehead Sunday.
In fact, I do not feel particularly wrist to forehead about it. I’m sitting with my husband and dog, watching Murder on the Orient Express, an Agatha Christie adaptation with an all-star cast, one of my favorite kinds of movie. Perhaps I could write a blog post about it for tomorrow. After all, my wrist can only stay on my forehead for so long.
Can’t it?
Mohawk Valley Girl 
Hmm it looks like your website ate my first comment (it was super
long) so I guess I’ll just sum it up what I had
written and say, I’m thoroughly enjoying your blog. I
too am an aspiring blog blogger but I’m still new to everything.
Do you have any recommendations for inexperienced blog writers?
I’d genuinely appreciate it.
My only advice is write regularly and write often. I’m really nobody to ask, though; all I do is write every day. There are many more successful bloggers. But I really enjoy doing it, and I’m really happy when people read it and like it. Thanks for the comment.