Oh, my poor, poor neglected blog. I feel like I have forsaken you. 😦
No, darling. It’s nothing you’ve done. It’s me. Really, it is. No, I’m not just saying that to make you feel better. Why would you think that?
I know; I promised that I would write at least once each week, so you wouldn’t feel lonely, but I’ve been crazy busy. You just don’t understand–
You’re right. I never gave you the chance to understand. I should have shared it all with you. I would have been able to air out my grievances and stress while I was writing two novels and a screenplay…
Workaholic? No, I don’t think so. I’m more of a procrastaholic. I have to have 30,000 things going on at once in order to accomplish anything at all. That way, When I’m procrastinating at one thing, I’ll just move on to the next thing. I think that makes sense, but perhaps it does not.
Darling blog of mine, please don’t leave me. I promise I will try to do better, sharing more of my life with you. Maybe I will start writing alternating blogs about writing and reading. Will that make you feel better? Then, you can keep me on track with my re-writes, and keep me honest about reading what I’ve promised myself I will. (I still need to read all the way through “booksmart”. (That is an awesome book.)
Are we made up, blog of mine? Do you forgive me? I promise I will do better. We’ll start with little steps: One blog every two weeks or so?
I love you, blog. Thanks for listening.