You know how when you don’t do something for a really long time, and then it’s like, “well, it’s gone this long without being done, why do it now?” and you just put it off until it becomes this thing and then into a source of anxiety or fear or something, so you just keep not doing it?
And that, my friends, is your Rorschach test for the day.
But in this case, I’m talking about writing. And now that I’ve been laid up for two and half days with dehydration and vertigo and run out of all the things I’m capable of doing without vomiting, I thought I’d go ahead and rip this particular bandaid off.
Hopefully this gets the stone rolling again, and we’ll be back on the blogging for the two random biweekly site visitors.