Actually, that’s probably more like a whole little about nothin’, because I can’t imagine this post will go on endlessly.
I’m sitting here, sucking back vanilla yogurt, after sucking caramel candies, after sucking back frozen mochi, and experiencing a bit of a sugar rush (never mind wondering why the jeans are fitting a bit more snugly).
It’s one of those mornings . . . days . . . when I don’t feel like posting. But I’ve never not posted on a Wednesday or Saturday, and don’t want to stop now. It’s a commitment thing. Sort of. Kind of. If I didn’t post on the timetabled day, I’d probably get mad at myself. That wouldn’t be good because I get p’o’d at myself enough as it is (hmm, maybe that’s a future post).
I’m guessing as fellow writers/bloggers, you probably have similar don’t-wanna days. Or should we call them I-wanna-do-this-instead days?
I wanna be walking the dog (if I had one). I wanna watch [mindless] TV. I wanna go eat a triple-scoop ice-cream by the water’s edge. I wanna listen to soothing music. I wanna eat a big bag of ketchup chips. I wanna dream of winning a million dollars and all the things I’d do. I wanna . . . so not be writing a blog post.
Maybe it’s blog burnout? . . . Nawwwwww. More like blogger emulating sloth, which sounds like another, and rather pleasant, wanna—I wanna be hanging from a tree, closing my eyes to the world passing by.
On that note, I believe I’ll meander about aimlessly and do a whole lot of nothin’. 😉