Of course the elephant in the middle of the room is that I haven't posted anything here since the end of June, the last time I did one of the small NaBloPoMo's. Sorry about that. I have reasons. I'll write about a few of them this month.
One of the excuses I give myself and others for not writing here is that
|(Photo credit Darrell McKinney.)|
Tonight instead of writing I was slamming a bamboo rod on the ground with hands so cold and numb I might really have been dead and parading to a Dia de los Muertos celebration. My co-teacher had set up a beautiful ofrenda, or altar, for our boss, who passed away just three days before school started. Yes, a lot has happened since I last wrote here. And then I went to another party with Drake and Montana. So by the time I had time to write, it was after 2:00 am.
What that excuse really says though is that I'm making other choices about my minutes and hours. Choices that don't feed my need to write and publish. I settle for tossing off quick, clever paragraphs on Facebook or I write whiny long-hand pages in a journal or, worse yet, I read other people's blogs until it's too late to write on my own. Every time I write, I'm making a choice. Every time I don't write, I'm also making a choice to put something else ahead of doing something I
It's always a challenge to publish a post every day, but I know not writing affects my mental health and
Anyway, fuck it. I'm going to bed. Good night. I'll see you tomorrow. Or you'll see me. I guess that's really the way this works.