Don’t even think about buying thoughts.
I started this post on the 23rd of February. I typed in the advice that I’d gleaned from my spam comments, saved the draft at 4:37 p.m., then was sucked into the gravitational pull of everything that’s going on. Snow days, illness, work and school, shake, rattle, repeat, not much of it really worth dwelling on at length, or at least I hope, because I haven’t had the time to do so. Okay, I haven’t had the time to do so in a manner that inspires me to produce
self-indulgent garbage content that I deem suitable for public consumption.
Yeah, it’s taken me a solid hour to write this post to this point. It’s not that I’ve been sitting here staring at the screen, no: for every sentence you see here, I’ve written three or four, decided they were things I couldn’t or didn’t want to say, and deleted them. It … alright, I’m not always like that. I cut loose on my friends’ Slack last week while @bhoneydew was out of town on business, we were on snow day number #15 and I was pounding my head against the draft of the fourth book project I’ve taken on since December, and oh, dear lord, looking at the back scroll makes me want to invent a time machine, hop back a week, and tie socks around my fingers because I Did Not Let Anyone Type A Word In Edgewise.
And now we’re at an hour and a half, so I’m going to post this darned thing and probably disappear for another month.