OH MY GOD. I can't write ANYTHING. I feel like I've had writer's block for MONTHS, and I don't even BELIEVE in writer's block.
They say if you just start writing, you'll surprise yourself, but I have tried. I have tried countless times, and the only way in which I have surprised myself was by just HOW BAD the stuff I was writing was. (Did you see that sentence? THAT'S the kind of crap I've been writing) It's not just the blog either. It's everything. Stories. Other, different stories. Work-related things. Thank-you notes. Still other stories. I hate everything I write. I'm probably going to delete this post too because I can't stand re-reading it or thinking that you might be reading it. Poor saps. If you've gotten this far. I should insult your mother here, or your dog, just to see who responds in a pissed-off manner indicating that they read this far.
Here's something I could write about: I accidentally made vegan chocolate mousse the other day and it was fabulous. You know what was in it? Avocado. Seriously. And balsamic vinegar. And...something else kind of gross that I can't remember. Oh. Soy sauce. It never occurred to me for some reason as I was making it that it was vegan. I was probably too stunned by how I had just mixed baking chocolate into avocado to ask the obvious question: "Now - WHY am I mixing chocolate into mashed-up avocado?" It was later, while I was eating it, that I made the connection: Avocado! Chocolate! Soy sauce! VEGAN!
So that's pretty much all that's happened to me recently. I'm exhausted by all this trying to force my brain to write when all it really wants is to watch The Dollhouse - have you seen this show? It's gotten all weird and apocolyptic and I'm totally hooked now. It's disgusting. I love it. I'm going to go watch it now.