Tuesday, November 17, 2009

If my blog were a plant, it would be dead by now...

I am a bad blog-parent. Good real-life parent to the actual spawn, but baaaaaaad parent to my little corner of the Internets.

Is there a CSD to report me to? Would I get counseling or maybe a creative writing class?

This entry totally isn't making sense. Could be because this is my second trip to Orlando that I've made in two weeks for two different conferences. I am tired. I am bloated. I miss my family. I've spent too much time in airports and on planes. And I can't think of a thing to write that would remotely interest anyone, including my own self. Except for maybe about that time last week in the Minneapolis airport when a lady collapsed at my gate and the paramedics had to be called and she stopped breathing and many of us were scared and praying for her to be okay. And I how I almost punched a 70 some year old guy for laughing and making a lunch date on his cell phone while all this was going on not twenty feet from where he was sitting. Maybe I would write about that if I had more words..wait, guess I did just write about that. Okay, never mind.

Seriously, never mind. I'm going to bed now. And dream of my own bed, pillow, covers, and family. Carry on.

3 comments:

Jessica said...

Poor Missie. I miss you when you're not blogging. I check this at least once a week, but I don't judge...I don't even have a blog, I'm just a blogarazzi.

Love you.

P.S. My word for verification is "whammo" *snort*

StarvingWriteNow said...

Have you made it home yet? I agree, there's nothing like sleeping in your own bed.

My word verif is "viestion" today. I have no idea... maybe it's some kind of vest with question marks on it, like the Riddler would wear.

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