Must… get… blog… post… written.
You know, like in the comic books? I don’t read a lot of comic books, but I know there is often a frame with the hero going through something dire and saying he must… do… something… I find that perfectly appropriate for Wrist to Forehead Sunday.
I truly am feeling very wrist to foreheady this afternoon. For anyone just tuning in, wrist to forehead refers to the old timey heroines about to swoon. I stole the expression “wrist to forehead” from a former co-worker. I think I made the pose and she said, “It’s a wrist to forehead situation.” I know I have explained this before, so my apologies to longtime readers for being redundant.
The reason for my current angst is that I am having the damnedest time writing. Yesterday I managed six post cards and a blog post. I have other things to write! What the blankety-blank is my problem? I know, I know, I have to just sit down and bloody well do it. Well, I am. The first thing I have to write is today’s blog post. And here I am, typing away at it (as Truman Capote famously said, and as I have previously quoted, “That’s not writing, that’s typing”).
And I see I am over 200 words. That is all I require of myself for a blog post. Self-indulgent, you say? That could be. Then again, I am not burdening my readers with too long of a post. I don’t always read the really long posts myself. Oh dear, any bloggers reading this who make really long posts might take offense at that. Then again, you never know. Maybe I read all of THEIR posts, and it’s the BORING long posts I give up on. I hope nobody has given up on me. That would really be a wrist to forehead situation.