Oh I am having a dreadful case of Writer’s Block. Seriously, my brain is blocking me from writing this post (I know, I know, that’s not writing, that’s typing, as Truman Capote said). It is Tired Tuesday, but I truly did not want to spend 200 or so words whining about how tired I am and how I can’t think of anything to write. So I went to my new standby: looking through photos we’ve downloaded to this laptop and picking a few to write about. I had found some good ones of me and my husband, Steven.
I don’t want to post any pictures of me! I don’t even like looking at pictures of me! Many people feel this way. Most of us look better in pictures to others than we look to ourselves. I can’t tell you how many times people have said, “Oh, what a great picture of you,” and I have thought, “Wow, I’m not nearly as cute as I think I am.” I don’t even like to have my own picture as my Facebook profile. This is what I currently have:
The caption doesn’t show on my Facebook. I prefer threatening people with an ax on general principles, not to get candy. I can buy candy.
Oh, OK, I have never actually threatened anybody with an ax in real life. On stage once, I held an ax over the guy who was playing my husband, after I had shot him and he had fallen on the floor. However, I was not threatening; I actually brought the thing down on that bastard. He had it coming. This was in Roxy, a play about Roxalana Druse, a famous local murderess. Herkimer County Historical Society presented it at Ilion Little Theatre in September of 2015. Perhaps you read some of my blog posts about it at the time.
So now I am over 300 words. Whined a little, showed a picture, shared a memory. I call that all right for a Tired Tuesday. Now I’m off to my rehearsal for Steel Magnolias at Ilion Little Theatre. Maybe I can find my Tablet and take pictures of the progress made on the set. I think it’s looking pretty good, and will make a marvelous Wordless Wednesday post. Hope to see you then.