Have I crashed and burned after my second 15K in a week? I fear ’tis true. I managed a Monstrous Monday Post two days ago, then went to bed after a couple of attempts last night. I added the pictures I took Sunday to my Media Library, but once again, words are not forthcoming.
So here I am, early Wednesday morning, making a quick silly post, so I can still call myself a daily blogger. Oh, I know, people can call themselves anything. It doesn’t mean other people will believe you. For example, I tried to change my name to Zsa-zsa back in 1989. It didn’t catch on. In the army, people called me Q, eventually Sgt. Q. In civilian life, not so much. Oh, and in the mid-80’s, I invited folks to call me Amaretto Vetrone. Few availed themselves of the invitation.
Well, I guess I’ve taken care of the silly part of the post.
I have been doing some small bits of writing these days. As I sit here pecking out these words, I think, “Hell yeah, I can write.” It’s like running, all you have to do is do it, but you have to do it. If you see what I mean.
Mohawk Valley Girl 