wordy much?

I have a huge case of writers cramp and it hurts like a pigeon giving birth to a huffalump. I just crafted this long and meaningful post about discovering that Hi I Can Haz Introvert Tendencies! only to delete it because being overwritten, long, dry and boring were only the start of what should have been a witty snarkish piece.

Blogging is such a feast-or-famine kind of hobby for me. I can either continually be tripping over blog fodder throughout the day or it becomes a rabid balance of meaningless-overdone-cute-crazyass-kitten pieces and ooh-look-my-job-is-awesome! sauce. Although both bits are inherently true I have far more pieces that make up my day-to-day life. I like my randomness. I like that writing urge that can blindside like a traffic accident with that full body possession to Must Write Now!

Lately I've been twisting or rather untwisting my soul through baby steps of  reawakened spiritual ferocity and not sure how, when or what to talk about. It has been taking up a lot of the recently vacant holes that I don't know where to begin. It is so consuming and not  in a crazy raise-my-freak-flag kind of way, but a distracting look-out-for-that-car-and-another-hyphenated-sentence kind of way. It's the kind of peace that gentles the rough edges, hate and unnecessary anger and refreshes the love.

Sadly that spiritual attitude has been getting tossed around with daily clever obnoxious hijinks from a very energetic 9 week-old kitten, a busy as hell schedule and the crazy pangs that mark the first 30 days of the 240 deployment of my hubby. Yes, somehow I bet it is psychotically busy in hell. It's like whiplash coated with the liquid medicine of coconut Ciroc vodka and crisp chilled pineapple juice. Tastes great sliding down than WHAM your body reminds you, in a blurry fashion, that Damn Woman Feed Me First Next Time!

Now you know. This isn't another post as to why another author hasn't been blogging but rather why another author couldn't blog properly!

P.S. For all your people who just don't believe I could be an introvert, I may not be FULLY but LOOK HERE … you will see that Jonathan Rauch is writing about me! I totally have those tendencies! I love people - just in measured doses.

P.P.S. The MIL is starting to think I may need a nightly ration on those Jar-colada's. Whatever! Iz just a little juice with my gin!