Not actually me.
Remember me. I was going to put a question mark, but I decided it’s not a question. It’s a command. I order you to remember me, dammit!
It’s been weeks. More than six of them. This has been my longest absence since I first appeared here on September 14, 2015. [I just looked up that date. I didn’t realize I started so long ago.] In the beginning, I had trouble coming up with post ideas. And now… well, here we are.
I created this blog to have an anonymous place to say whatever the fuck I wanted. Did you know that the day I started, I was particularly annoyed with my husband? That’s what drove me to finally do it. I wanted to bitch about him… to write what I was thinking… to get my thoughts out there—my thoughts that I sure as hell couldn’t share with my husband.
Despite my anonymity, I chickened out. I went with the other reason I always wanted to blog… because I love to write. And now… well, here we are.
I still love to write… I just can’t do it. Not to my liking, anyway. I have some (like, seven) well thought out (but incomplete) fiction ideas. I just can’t seem to… go.
But here I am. Maybe this time, I will be back sooner than six weeks from now.
Oh hell, I didn’t even tell you what has happened since I was last here. Don’t get your hopes up—there’s nothing huge.
I did have a birthday, though. Whoopee.
p.s.— All of this embarrassing stuff is still going on, though. But my lips are still sealed.
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