Thursday, January 7, 2010

Bleeping Bleepiness.

I realized something today. If writers are supposed to have a voice, a shtick, a something unique so as to be recognizable -- then mine seems to be NOT GETTING WELL. And this is making me grumpy. So now I'm grumpy and sick. THIS IS NOT GOOD.

If I am to be remembered, I do not want it to be as a sicko. A sickie? (A psycho?). I want to be remembered as funny. Unfortunately, I'm not funny so that's not going to work. I need something else, but I don't know how to be other than I am.

So that's it.

I need to get better.

No matter how many versions of the cold or flu the children bring me, I must resist. I must get well. I must find a way to reattach my brain and start writing again. Alright, we have the plan.

Here I go.

Getting better.

See you tomorrow.


  1. Aww, you poor thing. Feel better soon!

  2. Thank you.

    I think I've finally been able to make Chrome work in a way I'm reasonably happy with, so I'll now be able to respond to people without dealing with the blogger/firefox chokepoint that deletes half my replies and doesn't remember that I logged in from one screen to the next.