Dear Blog

I know you are feeling very neglected and unloved right now.  

I am sorry.

I don't mean to neglect you like this.  

You are very important to me.

You are very much needed to help me keep what's left of my sanity.

However, for the past few weeks, I've been dealing with a sick boy as well as battling a sinus cold myself.

Unfortunately, I have not found the button to pause the rest of my life while I deal with these things, so I have found myself more sleep deprived and mental exhausted than usual.

Many times over recent days I've sat down with the intent of writing a blog post only to find that I couldn't even compose a coherent tweet or facebook status.  When I couldn't coherently compost a 140 character thought, it was quite clear that there was no point in even attempting a blog post!

Please, my dear blog, remember that when you are neglected like this, it is for a good reason.  And that I will always come back to you.  (Unless I have been committed to an insane asylum without computer time.)  My sanity depends on my time spent with you.

Love Me.  xoxoxox

Brain Fart

We all have them from time to time - you know, when you run into your new neighbor at the grocery store and can't remember her name and then you go into the store to pick up milk, eggs and . . . oh shit, you can't remember the and . . .  It happens even to those of us you with the best of memories.

For me lately, my brain seems to be almost constantly in fart mode, especially when it comes to writing.  Throughout the day when I don't have time to write, I've got a million thoughts and ideas bouncing around my brain.  But once I get home, make dinner, get Liam to bed, sit down at the computer and finally find my way to bloggy land, there's nothing, nada, nil, in my head expect for the odd tumbleweed.

So, I head off to read the blogs on my blog roll, searching desperately for inspiration.  Every time, I read lots of posts that make me laugh, many that are thought provoking but none of them wake up my creativity or give me any new ideas that i can write about.

By this point I am ready to bash my seemingly empty skull against a cement wall to try and shake some of the ideas from earlier out of hiding.  But alas, I know that is a bad idea, because I do still have enough functioning brain cells to know that hitting my head against the wall will hurt!  

Then it hits me, I have a BRILLIANT idea, Twitter, I will find inspiration on Twitter.  I follow some really cool people who often give me thoughts and ideas!  But again, I come up with NOTHING!  Sure, there are lots of comments to read and other distractions but not a single tweet that inspires me to write.

Why are the ideas and inspirations only around when there's no time for me to use them?  The harder I try to come up with something, the lamer, more boring and downright pathetic my ideas are.  

Then I start to wonder if this is my brain's way of telling me to give up because I can't write worth shit.  Or maybe it is just my conscience telling me that I should be cleaning my house or exercising instead of blogging.

And that just makes me mad.  What right does my brain or conscience have to tell me that I can't or shouldn't write?  I want to write.  I want to blog, so damn it, I am going to blog.

Then I look back at the blank Blogger new post screen and remember that I don't have a single damn thing to write about.

"Screw you brain," I decide as I log out of Blogger and head over to Facebook.  "I don't need you to play Farmville."

And that's it until the next day when I do it all over again . . .