Excuses, Excuses (And Some Inspiration)

Wow.

I don't know.  Do I owe you an explanation?  There isn't really a good one.  I just got..... uninspired, I guess.  Writing started to feel like a drag, and it got much easier to park my kettle chip butt on the couch every night and watch Instant Netlix on the Wii.  (Do any of you have that? I think it's one of the decade's best inventions, discounting the fact, of course, that it's sucked away all of my creative drive. But other than that it's been dreamy.   I've gotten all caught up on the early seasons of Dexter, The Tudors, Weeds, and Cake Boss.  Sweeps Season?  BRING IT, baby.  )

So, yes.  Let's blame Netflix Wii.  While we're at it, we can also blame the fact that I stopped exercising, started complaining a lot, and continued to spend massive amounts of energy hating the cat.  None of these things are helpful to the creative process.

Slowly however, I started getting little sparks of inspiration here and there.  This post from Big Mama about love overcoming pettiness was a kick start.  It really is a beautiful post, and I wish you would click on over to it and see for yourself.  Then I read this post from This Is Reverb about creativity and depression, and I started to wonder if the Universe was talking to me again.  Then I discovered this blogger at HerBadMother, and have become obsessed with her.  I love her.  She writes my thoughts, but more beautifully than I ever could.   Plus, she has this thing called "The Basement", where people can anonymously guest post about whatever they want/need to and let. me. tell. you.... there is some juuuuuuuuicy good stuff in there.  I can see myself getting addicted to The Basement, and I already have a whole slew of topics that I may submit, the first of which is a nice long rant about a certain household feline. (But in keeping with the whole anonymous thing, you didn't hear it from me)

Anyway, during all this, things were also happening in my life, and little by little I started to realize that I wanted to write about them again.  Like when all this stuff with the teacher's unions in Wisconsin was happening, and I SO wanted to get up on my Teacher Talk Tuesday soapbox again.  Or like when Roo sent me into a fit of hysterical embarrassed laughter when she addressed our water guy as Santa because he had a white beard, and I spent the rest of the day mentally writing a funny story about it.  Or like when this person on Facebook, who I didn't even know, started an argument with me on my friend's page. I took the high road with her, but what I really wanted to do was to write to you guys about all the ways that she was lame, and most importantly, wrong.  Or like when there was an unfinished conversation that came up and I wanted to poke and prod at it some more, just cuz I think it was a conversation worth finishing.  Or when I made my dad's famous chili and realized it probably would've been a good cooking post.  Or when I read The Hunger Games and even though I haven't written a book report in over a decade, wanted to do one anyway because it was THAT good...

I could go on and on and on, but you get my point.   Things are happening.  I want to write about them.  I'm going to give this another shot.  So bear with me.  After all, how hard can it be to stay motivated if the worst thing in my life is a hateful cat?

Perhaps I shouldn't be asking questions that I don't want to know the answer to.  

You all have a good night.