Maybe I Am The Peanut Gallery

Once again my plan of writing my blog post in advance did not work out.  Some fellow writers will understand and sympathathize with my apparent inability to write, others, including a good number of non-writers, will scoff and tell me to get up off my lazy duff and WRITE, damn you!  Sometimes I find my own self in the latter category.

I have a few Mohawk Valley Adventures to write posts about. Unfortunately,  before writing any this evening, Steven and I got out and about and ended up at Applebee’s for Winesday.  After splitting a bottle of Chardonnay,  I feel disinclined for further activities. What a bum am I!

With a new year and new decade (and, please, do not any of you be didactic and tell me the new decade technically begins in 2021), I have been trying to write more.  Full Disclosure:  I have not met with much success in this endeavour. Any suggestions from my lovely readers?  Further Disclosure: my first impulse was to type “from the peanut gallery,”  but I was afraid people would take it amiss.

So I guess that is two questions I have:  Are there any suggestions to increase my writing output?  And: Does anybody reading this mind being referred to as the peanut gallery?  Please submit any answers as comments below.  I warn you, if nobody expresses an opinion, I will feel free to refer to my readers as The Peanut Gallery forevermore.