There really isn't a good excuse for not writing one's friends. But if I was feeling defensive I'd blame procrastination. And Canada.
I don't exactly know what hinders me from sitting down with my laptop and clacking away a few thoughtful words for the sake of a friendship. It's bugging the heck out of me and I figure there's only one way to go about it: Just do it. (Thanks, Nike!)
So, my beloved but neglected friends, expect to hear from me soon. I mean it this time. I'm putting it out here for public record; so that if you don't hear from me you can send me a scathing missive or, preferably, a friendly but firm reminder. My little sister Jeannie does. And she always gets results. (By writing me a friendly but firm reminder, of course.)
24 March 2008
21 March 2008
Aha 1:07 AM
I think I figured out why my blogging has been suffering lately. I've just stopped whining, that's all. Sure, there are things to whine about; I think a real favorite of mine is my catastrophic personal relationships, but I don't really want to tell you about that.
Instead, I want to tell you about how great it was to have a tablet and draw neat things on my laptop. I say was because someone lost the pen. But that's still whining.
(PTL?)
Instead, I want to tell you about how great it was to have a tablet and draw neat things on my laptop. I say was because someone lost the pen. But that's still whining.
(PTL?)
13 March 2008
I miss my kiddos 11:51 PM
Friends, I am coping with the loss of two of my favorite little guys, Dominic and Kevin. These clever little munchkins have grown wings and flown off to Africa with their parents, leaving me quite childless and distraught.
I miss reading Thomas the Tank Engine storybooks to Dominic, and laughing at esoteric gags for hours on end with Kevin. These guys have a special little place in my heart, and I'm proud to have called myself their caretaker and "uncle".
(This is the place where a picture would normally appear, but I'm experiencing technical difficulties, i.e., no pictures, and would like to ask you all to please be patient.)
I miss reading Thomas the Tank Engine storybooks to Dominic, and laughing at esoteric gags for hours on end with Kevin. These guys have a special little place in my heart, and I'm proud to have called myself their caretaker and "uncle".
(This is the place where a picture would normally appear, but I'm experiencing technical difficulties, i.e., no pictures, and would like to ask you all to please be patient.)
08 March 2008
meh. 2:27 PM
I believe I'm experiencing writer's block on this blog. I honestly can't think of anything to write. It's killing me, because I really want to put something up here that's worthwhile.
In the meantime, ideas for other writing projects keep running through my head. There's a young girl, a child no less, sitting by the window. The more I approach her, the more faded she becomes. Then I am standing over the spot where she once sat, and it becomes clear to me: she's immaterial. Over in the corner there is a man with his face hidden in shadow. He's turning his head to look at me. How do I know this, if I cannot see his eyes? Because I can feel them.
In the meantime, ideas for other writing projects keep running through my head. There's a young girl, a child no less, sitting by the window. The more I approach her, the more faded she becomes. Then I am standing over the spot where she once sat, and it becomes clear to me: she's immaterial. Over in the corner there is a man with his face hidden in shadow. He's turning his head to look at me. How do I know this, if I cannot see his eyes? Because I can feel them.