HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! I hope you can appreciate the hilarity of the situation I’m handing to you this morning. If not, get out. *serious face*
I’m not probably really writing a useful blog here, but hey, we can have some chuckles at the sheer enormity that is life and how incredibly tiny your blog is in the grand scheme of things. Your blog is completely meaningless, really, even if it’s generating revenue for your company. I hope that’s a freeing thought. It had to be for me.
You guys don’t know this, but i’ve been fighting a really difficult battle with my own brain for months now, years, maybe…. then I fell into a tiger trap after that last blog and I couldn’t climb out. Finally, a heroic elephant dangled his long trunk into the hole and helped me up. It was just in time, as it turned out. And I tip my hat to that elegant elephant, with his dazzling monocle.
I’ve had to back burner so many of my personal projects for a long, long time now, as it became harder to think and it was slower to think and it was just impossible TO THINK about anything other than making it through the day to the next one. That’s not a way to live, I can tell you, but sometimes you can only soldier on. You can only keep walking in a straight line, even in the darkness.
So I marched. And I marched. And I might have had a moment of light to write about marching, but I had no idea what was keeping the lights out or how much further it would be. And I know I’m vaguebooking, but I don’t care right now. I can’t tell you for sure what was the culprit, but a drug called amantadine restored my functioning like magic. Like magic, motherfuckers.
I’m not going to waste too much time on this today, because I don’t know how to explain this until the doctor gives me the words, but know that you’ve been on my mind, as has that book about the farm and that other series about that fella and the stuff. I feel change. I feel it stronger than I’ve ever felt it. I’m trying hard to not get ahead of myself, but here we are. Blogging about nothing for no reason and without as much as an editorial calendar to guide me.
It’s panties to the wind, pals.