Well, now I’ve done it. I sat here stressing over the fact that I CAN’T WRITE A POST TODAY (said in a dramatic voice, with a wrist to my forehead), and my sweet husband, Steven said that he wished I would not put myself through posting every day. I said, “It’s just because I have rehearsal tonight. I just have to stop doing PLAYS!” Oh yeah, like that’s going to happen!
Thus adjured, I put my fingers on the keyboard and started typing. I can’t stop posting every day, it’s what I do. But I can’t let my husband feel upset because I am stressed. So, as of right now, I am not stressed. About the blog, at least. I mean, let’s start small.
I just paused to eat a very delicious dinner that Steven fixed. He really is a most satisfactory husband.
Earlier today I was pondering the vagaries of writing. I have been having a difficult time lately, but earlier I sat down and wrote a page of dialog with very little problem. It was part of Rubbed Out at Ruby’s, the interactive murder mystery LiFT Theatre Company is presenting at the Overlook Mansion in Little Falls in — yikes! –just a couple of weeks. I thought to myself, “I can’t write, I can’t write, I can’t write, I sit down and write.” For some reason I can’t just skip to the last step.
I just know that some of you are sitting there smirking, “Well, have you TRIED?” Yes, I have. In fact, most of the time I want to have at least a couple more rounds of “I can’t write, I can’t write” before “I sit down and write,” but I somehow manage to write. Like right now. Then again, perhaps that is not the best example, since this is just another of my foolish posts about I Can’t Write a Post Today. Then again (I can have as many “again”s as I want; it’s not like “on the other hand,” where most of us only have two hands), today is Non-Sequitur Thursday. If I can think of a punchy headline, I’m all set.
Hope to see you all on Lame Post Friday.
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