I have observed this phenomenon many times, in fact, almost every month as my deadline for Mohawk Valley Living magazine approaches: I can’t write the article, I can’t write the article, I can’t write the article, I write the article. Don’t know why it works that way. Don’t know how to change it. But there it is. I spent time at work and after work writing said article. I got it emailed out. I hope it is accepted.
Some readers (and you KNOW who you are) are currently rolling their eyes, thinking, “Now she’s going to explain that this is why she is offering a foolish blog post tonight. AGAIN.” In my defense, at least it is a different excuse from my usual. In my detriment, it is the same excuse as last month about this time, and multiple months before that. All I can say is, judge me if you are so inclined.
As a matter of fact, on part of my lunch and my last break, I did write part of a blog post, a rather lengthy, almost scholarly, yet witty and entertaining… I am probably flattering myself. At least I was enjoying writing it. It was actually a kind of a book report, a summary with comments of a book I read a number of years ago. I started thinking about it, as I have thought about it off and on during the many years since I read it (some books effect you that way). It was a book about women that made something of a splash as a statement of the times. I would love to write a book about women that makes a splash as a statement of our times. Not that book, or indeed, one like it. The gist of my musings was what I didn’t like about the book.
But I must not get bogged down in telling you about that, or there will be no point in sharing my commentary if and when I finish it. But I wanted you to know that I AM writing again. To an extent. One must start somewhere, after all. Or re-start, as the case may be. In any case, I am over 300 words. I call that respectable for a foolish post. All I have to do is think of a catchy title and I think I’ve got a decent Non-Sequitur Thursday. Thank you for tuning in.