After not writing for two and a half weeks I am finally back to it. First the kids were sick and then I was sick. I was way sicker. Because I am the mom and after taking care of everyone else I am vulnerable to the flu like a drunk is to a bottle of cheap liquor. It’s not good for me but I need it just so I can get a break.

What was I talking about? Does anyone know?

30552.

Is how many words am now at. Getting back to it was hard because I felt like UH MUH GUH this sucks. I was all, ick poo I am such a poser. I suck. Plus, I saw a picture of some person who called themself professional writer and I remembered that I don’t want to be a geek who looks like they can’t get laid and honestly couldn’t ptobably string three words together nevermind write anything interesting.

Why do some people allow press photos into print when they come off looking like a band asshole instead of a literary genius? By band asshole I do not mean Tommy Lee but more the short pants loser who carries the drum around on a rope around his neck at football games. That guy. Who wants to be that guy? Does that guy even want to be that guy?

The picture I saw though was of a woman writer who looked like she ate paste as a kid and had the self confidence of one such paste eating individual. I was all, uh muh guh I do not ever want to look so paste eating and lame. If that’s a writer I want to be a ditch digger. Anything where I would appear to have a personaily and or backbone.

Weakness is uninspiring and also, repulsive.

When I get my press photos done I am going to hold and axe and have my hair done nice. Tough but attractive. That’s what I’m aiming for.

Anyhoo!

I have started writing again. Yippee.