Every day I keep thinking TODAY I WILL PICK A TOPIC AND BLOG ABOUT IT, but then things come up and blogging gets shoved to the bottom of the to-do list. Work is busy, life is busy, and I am easily distracted.
Anyway. Any of these could be their own post, but that's not gonna happen. So briefly, here are a few things that irritate me:
- The onslaught of spam coming to this blog, wanting me to buy luxury shoes or get on the waiting list for a designer handbag. DO NOT WANT. DO NOT CARE.
- How little time I have to do anything creative right now.
- How much of my time is spent digging around for fresh batteries and pens that actually write.
- Every flat surface in my life seems to be covered in assorted scraps of paper and/or useless objects (e.g., dead batteries, pens with no ink, etc.)
Now, in the interest of balanced journalism, some things that do not suck:
- Library books
- Cinnamon whisky in hot chocolate, with whipped cream on top
- Christmas trees
- The sound of Mimi cat-snoring
- Generous people who want me to succeed
Let me say a few things about that last item. Several folks have gotten in touch to tell me they would like to help fund my writing residency in Vermont. I'm humbled, and touched, and working on getting my act together to run a little fundraising campaign, for those who feel inclined in that direction. Stay tuned.
Also very much in the non-terrible category, this week marks 18 years since Anthony and I went on our first date. That was a good night. We talked for hours and hours, and got kicked out of a Mexican restaurant. (Because it was closing, that is!) A guy later died at that place, we heard. (Which has NOTHING to do with us getting kicked out of there, but it's really sad, obviously.) So anyway...18 years. If our relationship were a person, it could vote! Yup.