I am in a blogging slump, as you may have noticed. I managed a real post yesterday, but all I want to do today is share monster pictures and type nonsense.
Actually, that is not quite true. What I REALLY want to do is sit on my couch, crochet an afghan, and watch 20/20 on OWN. Maybe drink a little wine. Hang out with my husband. Vegetate. But I am determined to continue this silly blog as long as possible. There may come a day when I no longer write a daily blog, but THIS! IS! NOT! THAT! DAY!
As you can see, I feel strongly about it.
Me, waiting for inspiration to strike.
Obviously, this is not me. I will never stay on the South Beach Diet long enough to reach this level of skinniness. But you understand my metaphor: waiting for inspiration is a long, dry wait. I don’t really wait for inspiration to strike, anyways, so don’t start in on the lectures about Just Write, Don’t Wait for Mood, and other truisms of writing advice. And yes, I KNOW that part of the word “truism” is “true.” Things often become a cliche for a reason, etc., etc.
Incidentally, the above picture is from the Old Barn Marketplace on Route 5 in Little Falls. I was there last fall and took that picture.
Where was I? Ah yes, trying to come up with a blog post for Non-Sequitur Thursday, so I can stay in the blogging game for yet another day. I did say something about monster pictures…
“Where did you come from, Tall, Dark and Gruesome?”
Ah, here is a monster and a mermaid (that might be a good title), and a mention of what day it is. Thirsty Thursday, huh? I did say something about wine earlier. And I am up to 300 words. I call that respectable. I hope to see you all on Lame Post Friday.
Mohawk Valley Girl 