Nothing people. For real.
I was scanning through my scheduled posts last night and realized I am live for the rest of the week. How the hell did that happen?
It’s not that I haven’t got thoughts about this and that running around like sugar crazed preschoolers in my head, but nothing that I particularly want to share. Yet. So, you will have to settle for the banal details of my life like:
– the stray tomcat who is marking our front door with foul emissions
– and MK’s cat who barfed on the front steps right after
– preparations for our trip into the cold, drizzly mountains so I can watch people eat and drink at a wedding
– my Twitter experiment which continues and convinces me more and more that I will never be popular if I have to be constantly amusing because I am not amusing. Oh, and lots of business types follow me. What’s up with that?
– Rob’s hair is falling out and from areas that are not his head which is where one would expect it to fall out. He is not worried. I am zooming ahead to worst case scenarios which is the difference between a Virgo and a Sagittarian.
– Conferences are upon us and BabyD can read. She just doesn’t expend too much of her budding Hannah Montana self on it however.
– I think the dog is coming with us to the mountains but thankfully not the cat
– My tummy is in turmoil again (which is always the best time to go on a road trip because the food/drink choices narrow to crackers and water for the most part).
– Winter is refusing to give up. 5 inches of snow on Sunday. I pulled my ribs out of alignment shoveling on Monday. At least that is what it felt like.
– Night Dogs is creeping along. Rob has tentatively agreed to my joint memoir idea which is cool because he actually saved his online stuff and I realize now that I remember things out of order and need the clarification.
– Workshop is set and the ad goes in the paper this Friday. With my name on it.
Okay, done. Move along. Nothing more to see here, folks.
anniegirl1138 
I got nothing, either.
I like to schedule in advance too, but occasionally throw in a live post, mixing it up a little. Clicked over from Sharon’s, enjoyed browsing, best wishes on the writing!
Thank you.
Don’t apply too much pressure to be “on”, Annie. Remember all the terrific advice you’ve offered me as I’ve struggled along with too much time and not enough creative ideas on my hands. Taking a step away from your blogging for a bit won’t cause it to fall into neglect … unless you discover the not-blogging is better for you somehow.
Hope you feel better in all your aches and pains very soon.
I am old and creaky. There will always be aches and pains.
Weird. I find myself in the same boat right now, after a couple of weeks that were quite well-prepared blog-wise. As of last night, I have this week covered, but nothing looking ahead, and there will be no time to write this weekend. Maybe it’s a sign that I need a blog break, but I’m always afraid that if I take one, no one will even notice I was gone.
I wonder about that “noticing” thing too.
Well, Annie, maybe this means that your subconscious is gearing up for something spectacular. Whenever I find I hit a block, it’s invariably followed by some pretty deep and introspective writing.
Looking forward to it! :o)
Kathi
Perhaps, but right now my conscious needs to finish up this workshop presentation before Spring Break.
Leaving the dog on the porch at night would solve your pissing tomcat problem…
Which would mean owning a dog, I think, and therein lies the problem. Rob and I are underwhelmed by the prospect of taking on an animal and all that comes with it.
Sounds like a full plate of real life. I don’t plan posts ahead – what’s going on is what you get, and if there’s nothing going on….
Blogging is part of my writing work ethic now. I feel like slacker if I don’t work on it.
There you go. It turns out you had something after all.
No pressure. If you don’t have anything, don’t post. Isn’t life difficult enough?
It’s not pressure. Not really. Just a sense that the blog is a piece of the larger puzzle and neglecting it isn’t smart.
some days/weeks are like that… consider it time for the brain/body to recharge.
My recharge doesn’t come until May when we take off for a week to the timeshare near Banff. Hot springs and hiking and lazing. Spring break is all about obligation and child wrangling.