There is a good explanation for my MIA status in the days to come (and days past) and my apologies in advance for posting less frequently. I try to post as often as I can but right now it's just too much-- I'm pooped on the subject matter frankly and exhausted with writing about myself.
Note: writing a memoir and two personal blogs simultaneously = major burn-out. I'm so bored with everything I have to say I just want to throw in every towel I've ever owned and buy a new set, something a little less "me-me-me"... (You never thought you'd hear me say it, huh?)
Anyway, at the risk of becoming whiny, I'll spare you the details of my minor existential crisis and say this: I'm dead tired. I love blogging. I'm not going to quit blogging but I need a break, or a collection of mini-breaks. And after this book is finished (days, now) I'm going to need some vacay time... from myself.
I'm pretty sure this blog will benefit from some air, anyway, so it's a good thing that we'll be seeing less and less of one another in the coming weeks. At least until I can regain my lust for self-reflection and sleep.
As it stands now, I can't even write my name without bursting into tears. And poor Archer can't even say, "Hi!" without me racing to my computer to compose a post about it. This is not good. This is not healthy. This is turning me into a narcissist and if I don't nip it in the bud right now, or at the very least, trim the hedges a bit, we're all fucked.
This isn't an end. This is a break-- like in a relationship when you kind of want to be single but the sex is too good to call off the relationship completely. I could never leave this blog, but I would like to spend some time writing about other things for a little while. At least sporadically...
Thank you for understanding and I promise I'll be rocking and rolling as soon as I regain my bearings and close the book... on the book. Etc.