Drumroll, Please!

I'm moving.

Just my internets address. Don't be alarmed.

From now on, you can find me at

http://moveovermarypoppins.wordpress.com

This blog will stay live for a good long time, as I have some tweaking to do on the new site which will require this one stays put, but starting today, all new content will be over there.

Clicking Publish

I have a whole lot of nothing to post about. Usually, when that's the case, I don't post. Of course, I've built up some momentum again in terms of posting regularly, and I like that. I've been at this for more than four years, and I think the five friends who initially read it are still with me. And then there are the couple people I don't even know who read here. Whoa.

It's like a miracle, that.

But lately, I've been both over and underwhelmed. I have a new job to post about. Felix is forever being cute, annoying, goofy, and miserable--easy material. And yet. Stymied.

Also stuck on the baby novel. I was on fire for a few weeks, and I cranked out a lot. Then. Nada. Zip. Zero. Naught.

I had a very wise writing professor at Middlebury who asked us, as part of a non-fiction writing course, to write a certain amount of words every day. Let's call it 500 (since I don't really remember the exact number). We had to turn in these manidtory, pen-to-paper, stream-of-consciousness ramblings to prove we were doing them, and the exercise actually led to some of the essays I write for the proper class assignments.

That's one of the reasons I started blogging. To make myself write. To see if I still had a voice. So, today, I started with what was in my head--writer's block--and began to type. Instead of turning it in, I'm going to hit Publish when I get to the end of the last coherent sentence that falls near 300 words.

I always wonder what other bloggers/writers/essayists/authors do when they hit a wall. Step back? Listen? Crank out five pages of awkward garbage in the hopes it will undo the clog between brain and fingertips?

Yesterday, I unplugged after starting two useless posts and watched three episodes of Glee.I could have been doing dishes, working out, or researching things I need to get done before I start my new job. I ended up feeling guilty about not doing those things, and not blogging, and watching television.

Guilt is so not productive and I ended up in a worse funk.

So, today, I publish. It's a step.

Crap. I Already Have One! Happy New Year!

Mark and I watched Julie and Julia this afternoon (I ushered in the New Year in my jammies and the Greatest. Robe. Ever.), and I watched it thinking, as I thought two years ago when I read the book, I should write a blog.

The title was my next thought. Both times.

::Sigh::

But, lo! I do have a blog, and what readership remains. I don't have a consistent theme. I don't have a lot of intelligent things to share, but I do often have things to say, and this past year, I've let them slide in favor of facebook updates. Succinct, but not always as satisfying.

So, here's to more blogging in Twenty-Ten. Happy New Year, Everyone!

Yes!

Thinking Is Still On the Fritz

Hi... Is anyone still out there? Is this blog on?

I'm still mostly in brainfreeze. I'm going to just admit that I forgot my laptop at home today, and by the time I got home from work I was too damn tired to deal. So, here I am, watching Heroes while Mark and I have chicken korma on the couch.

Instead:

I give you Felix "helping" Daddy.
And Felix, asleep at the wheel.

I promise some actual content tomorrow.

Out of Ideas; also, Comment for Charity

It took 12 days and 16 posts for me to completely lose the impetus to blog.

Never mind that I'm stretching here and turning not blogging into blog fodder. Blog fodder. Sorry, it just sounded cool in my head.

To give you all a picture of where I'm at this lovely November day, I'm standing at the marble counter in the galley kitchen at the townhouse where I work. Felix has unpacked the toy kitchen equipment, and is cheerfully flinging all of it from one end of the kitchen to the other, while O runs in circles around him chanting, "Humpf!" and giggling like a maniac. Both boys are still in their jammies, O's are Buzz Lightyear jams from last year, so they're a little short at the wrists and ankles, while Felix's are red plaid flannel and brand new, so they're more on the baggy side.

Now that you know where I stand, anyone got any ideas? Topics they'd care to hear my $0.02 on? Scintillating secrets they'd like revealed? Leave an idea in the comments. I love ideas.

As an added incentive to help me, from now until 9PM EST, I'm going to add $0.25 per idea comment (One per individual, and please no spamming. Those just get deleted and make me sad.) to Felix's annual holiday donation to Heifer International. This year, I've chosen the Eastern Uganda Umbrella Project. I know there are at least 15 regular daily readers (thank you, statcounter.com), so that's almost $4. If the total gets up to $20, I'll have to stop there, but that's 80 comments, and I'm not expecting that kind of turnout... It might not sound like much, but we're not wealthy people, and every dollar helps.

Inspire, me intertubes.

Comment Moderation is On

Cause I'm up on boston.com again. And we all remember what happened the last time...

How did I get there? It's an intertubes mystery. I am, however, looking forward to relative anonymity again...

So, friends and loyal readers (all 15 of you), hang in there. Free for all commenting will be back when I feel safe again.