This is not the post I was going to write.

Even Gandhi wasn't happy with some of his writing. Look how pouty!

You guys! Guess what! It took me forever to update this blog because I’ve been having writer’s block ABOUT THIS BLOG. How meta is that? Like a circle in a circle, like a wheel within a wheel!

I’ve actually had two posts simmering, both of them on topics about which I feel woefully under-qualified to write. (Look at me, not ending a sentence with a preposition. I have a master’s degree in writing! That’s how you can tell. That’s the last thing they teach you at graduate school. “Oh, and don’t end a sentence with a proposition,” your thesis advisor writes on your thesis. What?)  I’ve been unable to finish either of them, for reasons even I, in my infinite wisdom, cannot fathom, so here I am, writing a THIRD, and I’m not going to edit this thing, I’m just going to put it up before I can think better of what I’m doing. That’s a long sentence! I don’t even care! Maybe I care a little! Oh, the pain!

You know, if I wrote this blog every day I’d have no shortage of topics to write about or things to say regarding said topics. When I’ve been in the middle of my occasional bouts of daily blog writing, the well was never dry. Sometimes what I drew out of the well was kinda mediocre, but it didn’t matter as much–I knew I’d have something the next day. The stakes were low. But when I’m writing once a week, then I have to make it count! I hate it when it counts.

The logical solution then would be to write this blog every day, but I’ve never been logical.  Not to mention I’m only getting paid to write once a week. Oh, and I’m lazy. Let us not forget the laziness!

Seriously, though. SERIOUSLY, you guys. My first post was titled “Who do I think I am?” and if I’m going to be honest with you–and I am–I have to admit that I think exactly that, quite often. I mean, look at me. Don’t look away! I am often a mess. I have a hard time getting anything done. Sometimes I have to hide under a blanket while I’m writing. (Not a security blanket, because that would be WEIRD. It’s a throw blanket I keep on the couch. It’s chenille!) I couldn’t say why. I seem to find it comforting. If I had the space and privacy to construct my own special blanket fort, I’d probably get a lot more work completed. If I could sit in my blanket fort while being fed a constant stream of M&Ms, I’d be extremely overweight but blissfully productive.

What are you working on this week, and what helps you work? Is it blankets? It’s blankets, isn’t it.  Tell me it’s blankets. Meanwhile, I’m going to get to work on next week’s post–right now, while I have some momentum going.

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