Last year, my life situation looked a little different. Well, because of COVID-19, it coincidentally looked much the same. I’d not been feeling well last Aprilish. After suddenly craving a specific Mexican food item on a Sunday evening, I thought, Oh no; it can’t be THAT. Several insistent phone calls the next day led to a positive pregnancy test reading and ultrasound.
…and to a subsequent order of bedrest once an intrauterine blood clot kept whining.
All last summer; I balanced being pregnant, running two blogs, occasionally writing for another, reading others’ posts, and trying to keep my living dependents -well- alive. It. was. awful.
“Next summer,” I vowed from the bathroom floor, “I’m taking a break like _[insert several bloggers’ names here]_!”
Long story long, that’s what I’m gonna do. Take a break, I mean.
I’ll finish up “Going Postal” and a few writing prompts and awards I promised I would respond to. Then, I’m unplugging for a while. I need the free babysitting of public school and the better-sleeping of an older baby to add ‘blogging’ to the top of my tippy pile of demands.
After a week or two, I’ll not see you again till September. Thanks for the understanding and support, and best of luck with your own summers/winters.
I have never looked like this in my life, but you can picture my being like this if it makes you feel better.
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I’m not what people think. I’m not good or positive or responsible or noble. I’m not happy. I am not just a –anything –THAT is the only fire that kindles my passion.
Every day, I walk the world in intentional numbness. I fog emotion so as to dampen disappointment. I blur reality to handle it. I am not alive. I am not real. My optimism persists in the hope of a future change or an alternate reality.
In a someday.
Yet every day I grow older and fatter and less cognizant. The world of my imagination will never be.
The world is only taxes and dishes and children. The world is not mine to seize anymore; it’s those children’s. I’ve waited too long for me.
All that’s me is a memory, and a mom in a minivan.
(I’m unplugging for a bit. I’ll post the poetry stuff, for sure; not certain what else, besides.)
Technically, this announcement is #1,001, but… I MADE IT TO 1,000 posts! Yay! Happy 1,000th Post Day, Blog!
First Post: “The Post You May Never Read,” on June 25, 2017.
Most Commented-On Post: “Really Big News of a Non-Writing Kind” -not surprising as it was my pregnancy announcement!
Post With the Most Views: My About Me page, which proves you’re all a bunch of stalkers.
Day With the Most Site Hits: December 20, 2018, when many fine writers contributed parodies of favorite Christmas songs for our fifth Terrible Poetry Contest, then I apologized for announcing winners early.
Followers: 936 (Wouldn’t that have been cool to also be at 1,000?)
Blogs I Follow: 290
Thanks, everyone, for the support! Here’s to 1,000 more!
I came back from vacation to a little surprise waiting in our mailbox….
Hmmm… Air Mail addressed to me, in a padded envelope…
It claims to be a book! I think I know what ‘book’ this is!!!
And I know some of those “fellow bloggers!”
Not sure about that signature, though. Hopefully it’s legit.
Stay tuned for a book review, all ye others who are also expectantly excited. I will finish tonight.
(Dude; you could be reading, too! Click here for the Amazon link.)
While the illustrious Bruce Goodman judges this week’s Terrible Poetry Contest and posts the results, I will (finally) be taking a quick vacation with my family. As such, I intend to read and write very little this weekend.
I’ll see you all in a few days!
You may be wondering where the winners of this week’s poetry contest are. Don’t worry; I promise to post them by the end of the day.
In the meantime, I wanted to share one of my favorite t-shirts. I wait all year to wear it and no one else seems to think it’s as funny as I do. 🍀
I’d like to thank …well, my followers. I have some really, really, really cool people reading this stuff. You all should be jealous.
My apologies. I just realized that I announced the ending and the winners of The Terrible Weekly Poetry Contest a day early.
The reason is that I thought today was Friday. I’m not sure which Friday because I am so exhausted lately it ought to be illegal for me to even run a washing machine.
Anyway; again, my apologies. No one pointed the mistake out, though, so maybe I’m not the only writer needing a long winter’s nap.
This all ties into something I meant to mention at my weekly wrap-up on Wednesday, which is that I will not be writing a Wilhelmina Winters nor Skinwalkers story next week. I will post the next Skinwalkers tomorrow, and keep the other days for whatever strikes my fancy.
I hope you all have a merry Christmas, especially if you do not read another message from me till after it’s all unwrapped and done.