Okay, you know what? I’ve got nothing today. No blog topic. No big idea. Nothing. I’m tired—exhausted, really.
• From finishing the draft of my sixth romcom and consequently wrestling the manuscript to get the word count down to a respectable number that won’t make potential publishers faint dead away.
• From the winter blahs as we drag ourselves out of February and into March, knowing full well March in the Northeast US is always made up of thirty-one days that look remarkably, depressingly like February.
• From dieting to get rid of my holiday poundage. (Why do I do that to myself every year?)
• From coaching my Odyssey of the Mind team—six seventh graders and one fifth grader, people!—who had ridiculously ambitious ideas this year. (We nearly killed ourselves making those ideas a reality, but we did it. The competition’s on Saturday—wish them luck!)
Now I’ve got nothing. I’m empty, hollow, tapped out. I’ve started six blog topics this morning, and they’ve all sucked.
So this is me officially giving up. Whee!
However, I wouldn’t dream of walking away without contributing to the blog hop, so in honor of Julie’s birthday (happy 29th, Julie!!), I’m sending you to my last blog post, from December, solely because it made Julie laugh. Yes, it’s about a Christmas tree, and therefore rather out of date (okay, a lot out of date), but I like it and Julie likes it and that’s good enough for me!
Here ’tis: When Your Christmas Tree Is a Rat Bastard
See you next month, when perhaps my brain will be working again!