You might have noticed there was no post last week.
Aha. Yeah. This was due to many things, but the majority of it was that Easter weekend was a whole lot busier than I had bothered to anticipate for, which left little to no time for writing my Camp NaNoWriMo novel, let alone blogging. So I just . . . didn’t blog.
. . . oops?
But honestly, taking a little break was probably the best thing to have happened to me all month, you guys. The first two weeks of Camp NaNoWriMo were a complete disaster (more on that to come, of course), and I just seriously needed to take some time off and breathe a little bit. And due to my unexpected absence last week, I feel a whole lot more refreshed and ready to take on both the writing and blogging worlds once again.
So let’s talk about what’s been happening this month, shall we? I think there’s quite a bit we need to go over.
Now, unwittingly as it might have been, Sunday’s post was–for lack of a better word–a rant. An angry rant at that, and it is something that I sort of not really regret writing.
However, today I come to you, not as an angry, raging cookie, but as a peaceful Spring fairy who is at perfect peace with the world and everything in it, whose spirit is free and full of gentle serenity.
Oh, who are we kidding, here. That is just not who I am, peeps. (you can choose whether you are a bunny or a duck. It matters not to me.)
Happy Thursday, Cyberspace! I apologize 19 times over for the late post this week; however, I have brilliant excuses that make absolutely no sense, so therefore you should just forgive me so we can all get on with our lives, okay?
Now, part of the reason that I had no post on Tuesday was because (shocker of shockers) I had absolutely no idea what to write.
“What?” you say. “You’re a writer. You’re constantly yapping at us about all the writerly things you do, and all the writerly things you want to be, and all the NaNoWriMo nonsense that makes our brains puke out of our ears. What do you even mean?”
Well, now, dear cyborg, every now and then I come down with this little thing known as Writer’s Block, which causes the spontaneous and imaginative brain-flow to immediately freeze in its passages, forcing me to cease all creativity for about three days as I binge watch Sherlock on Netflix lie on the couch and moan about not being able to create things with my mind.