Bloghopping

You know what I always do when I have way too much to do?

I find one more thing to do.

Um, do you think this is coded into female DNA?

Anyway, here's the thing about this blog. It is my happy place. I come here to rant hang out. I've got lots of like-minded friends who stop by to visit me. This is good and makes me happy.

But did you notice the name of my blog up there? Write Stuff. And that's what I do on this blog. It's also what I originally meant this blog to be about: writing. Only, then I got bored with talking about that all the time and then this blog became something else.

Right now, though, my brain has gone all writing haywire. And I find myself wanting, even needing, to have conversations about writing to let it all out. However, I kinda still don't want to do that here. Here is still for about shoes. And kid vomit. And how I got ripped off by this one infomercial (oh, I cannot make the spelling on that look right to me) because I was delirious, but have now decided I don't mind. I guess I need to tell that story. Wednesday, maybe.

Here's where doing yet another thing I don't have time for comes in. (You thought I forgot, I know. While senile dementia is a certainty for me, I've still got twenty years before I worry.) I'm taking a tentative step toward publishing in the national market and it occurred to me that I need a proper author blog for that. Only it's me, so there won't be anything proper about it. But it will be author-y. And write-y. And I've only got three posts up but they discuss things like how Melanie Jacobson is ruining my life. Or at least harshing my mellow.

So if you're one of my writer friends (i.e. Annette, Jenny P, Susan, Becca, Chantele, Maggie F, etc.), would you mind hopping over there and waving hello? And by that I mean click the follow button? I'm still only posting three times a week but it will be twice here and once there. I need the outlet to pour out writing thoughts, yes. But it's not really fun to talk into a void.

Anyway, I kind of hate my template there but it'll do until I figure out what I do like. Or rather, I know what I like. I just have to figure out how to go about getting it done.

I digress.

Duh. It's me.