I have a cat on my lap. She is fuzzy and purry.
I find that I am tired and in need of sleep yet again, but here is my blog, needing to be written. And again, I do not know what to say.
Remember how during BEDA last year I never said that? "I don't know what to say." I always had something to say.
For the month leading up to August, I kept a file on my phone where I would [metaphorically] scribble ideas for blogs, in the (what I thought was inevitable) case that I ran out of things to say. But I never did! I always had something to talk about. I became rather good at turning mundane experiences into interesting pieces of writing. It certainly made me understand a lot more about Maureen Johnson, that is for sure.
I don't know what is up. A lot has happened since BEDA 2010 ended, and I want to find that odd stability that came from blogging every day. I think it helped me collect my thoughts and kept me from going-- well. Never mind. I was already mad. But you get my point, right dear blog readers?
I think I shall leave it at that. I'm going to go cuddle with my cat and try to sleep.
With a fuzzbucket,
PS Ruth, you can TOTALLY be High Secretary of Marshmallows (and their affairs). I've been looking for someone to fill that post. To apply, you just have to play chubby bunny.