This sucks. Writers block.
I have several posts almost finished. But I can’t bring them to a cohesive close. I can’t wrap it all up in a pretty bow and just post it. Noooooo, I have to sit there, looking that these damn words and question them, edit them, delete them, add new ones and none of it seems to make it work. For someone who can run on and on and on and dominate ANY and EVERY conversation…I cannot fathom what the hell is going on.
I have really bitchy ones almost done, and I think, do I really want to post that? Do I want to put that person on blast? It IS my blog. My safe place for my words, but what drama is it going to bring to my world that I don’t necessarily need. Then I think, why edit myself? Or further, do folks really want to hear about my woes?
I have some amusing ones, at least amusing to me. Mostly about dogs and my houseshoes or the humping antics around the casa…but then I question, are others going to find this as amusing as I do?
Have I just worn out my welcome?
There’s so many ideas in my mind and I can’t form a complete sentence. I want to see the funny in the world, but for some reason around me, folks are using common sense. There’s not a lot of stupid to chew on. What is that?
I miss my unicorn man. The one I blogged about here. I don’t know where he has gone. It makes me sad, driving to work not seeing him lately. I did think I saw him a couple of months ago, but it was a woman. An ugly woman with dishwater hair…but *sigh* not my unicorn.
I miss having the glass “half full of stupid.” I need someone to do something spectacularly stupid right in front of me. It needs to stop me in my tracks and make me chuckle. Tanner….where are you!?!?
What exactly is a chuckle?
I need to know what it is that I seem to be waiting for. What seems to be holding me back. I have had my faith tested, my family bonds tested, my trust tested and well…it’s time to quit testing me.
Testing me leads to bitchy me. And that’s NEVER a good situation.
My life has changed in many ways…it’s moved forward and followed a path that I didn’t expect to travel. I haven’t looked back and I haven’t questioned it. I am a firm believer in destiny and that my path is laid out in front of me, to teach me lessons, to show me what I need to know when I need to know it.
I need the path to show me some stupid. I need my muse.
I need a trip to Wal Mart.
Or a swap meet.
Or the laundromat. That would work too!