More Excuses

I haven't written a blog in over a week. I hope someone noticed. But if you didn't,I can't blame you. How can I expect to gain a group of loyal followers when I don't have the discipline to write regularly? Oh, I forgot. I am writing regularly - just not in this space.

Ever since I got the opportunity to get paid for some of my writing, I'm finding it a little tougher to sit down and write anything else. My novel is getting dustier by the minute and my blogs are getting further and further apart. You would think it would be the opposite; that regular writing would motivate me but I honestly think I might be using up any creative juices I may have left churning out my daily contributions to my new employer. Didn't someone once say something about the dangers of turning your hobby into your job?

Don't get me wrong. I'm not complaining. I'm thrilled beyond belief that someone is actually paying me for my sophomoric attempts at humor. It's easily the best job I've ever had (except for that whole motherhood thing). Having recently received my third paycheck, it's heartening to think I still have them fooled. I hope it lasts a while longer.

I'm getting used to working in my pajamas.

Excuses . . . I've Got a Million of Them

Did you miss me? I hope so. Since I've participated in the National Novel Writing Month challenge, I've written exactly one blog. I really did have a good reason for my absence. In fact, I've compiled several good reasons.

1. I got sick
2. My computer crashed
3. I was working a lot
4. I was depressed
5. I had to take care of family stuff
6. I was lazy
7. I missed Italy
8. I couldn't think of anything to write about
9. What I could think of turned out to be pretty lame
10. I was busy
11. I got caught up making a photo album of my vacation
12. Looking at the photos, I got more depressed wishing I was back in Italy
13. I had to put up Christmas decorations
14. I had to buy Christmas presents
15. I had to make Christmas cookies
16. I had to wrap Christmas presents
17. I had to take back Christmas presents
18. I got sick (that one really deserves two excuses - it lasted forever)
19. I had to watch several vile, stomach-churning Bears games
20. I had to change the sheets, put fresh towels in the bathroom, order pizza, etc.
21-1,000,000. Anything I could think of to keep me from writing.

Before I knew it, it was time for Lady Gaga to drop the ball in Times Square. As I reminded myself at 12:01 a.m. (right before I headed to bed), I managed to write 50,000 words in thirty days. If I can do that, I should be able to discipline myself to sit down at the computer a little more often. That's when I decided to add writing this insignificant blog twice a week to my list of 2012 resolutions. Those of you who like my writing and get a laugh or two out of it, can look forward to seeing something every Monday and Friday. Those of you who think my musings stink, (or that didn't even realize I had been depriving you of my insights and/or rantings), feel free to go about your business as usual.

So, Happy New Year! Hope 2012 brings lots of blessings, as well as an end to the Kardashian reign of terror, to all. I'd write more but I have to go clean out my closet, organize my financial files and take down my Christmas decorations.

I should be done by Friday.