I began the week determined to write my blog posts in advance. I would not spend the week composing nonsense at the keyboard, mostly about how I just can’t write a real blog post. I was going to Write Real Blog Posts.
So far, not so good.
In my defense, quite a full weekend, ten hour day today, rehearsal tonight (you know, for the play I’m in?). Oh, and temperatures in the 80s (92 in Little Falls, which is not that far away). I do not work in an air conditioned building. When I did work in an air conditioned building, I wore sandals skirts with no pantyhose. Now I wear steel-toed work shoes and BDU pants. I say this with pride, not complaint. I am bad ass.
Unfortunately, “bad ass” does not necessarily translate into “able to write awesome blog posts.”
I tried, I really did. Actually, what I first tried to write was an article for Mohawk Valley Living magazine. I thought perhaps I could publish a shortened version for the blog. It did not go well. I tried to work on my novel. I wrote one sentence on a scene I had previously written. That effectively brought the scene to an end. I started another scene. Then I couldn’t remember if one character did or did not believe in ghosts.
How could I forget such a thing? How long have I been living with these characters? What kind of a writer am I? I was too traumatized to write anything else. I looked over my lines for the play then helped a co-worker with a crossword puzzle.
Now I must finish getting ready for rehearsal. For anyone just tuning in, it is for Roxy, at Ilion Little Theatre. I play Roxy. And I just realized something: yesterday was Severed Head Sunday. Today I am going to rehearsal for a play in which I CHOP MY HUSBAND’S HEAD OFF! Oh how delightful to have something in common with Joan Crawford!
So what if I can’t always write an awesome blog post? I’m still bad ass.