Im not writing much lately.
I havent written any fiction – well, nothing of more than 100 words – in months. I barely blog here. I barely blog over at lj. I barely email people.
It’s not that I don’t have things to say – Fiction, I have ideas, but no motivation. LJ, everything I want to talk about is in Japanese. Here, I struggle to type things that arent strings of disconnected thoughts.
I know why I’m struggling, and it’s nothing incredibly shocking. We’ve moved, we’re broke, I’m stressed, I’m busy, I can barely find the braincells to scrape together to read things online, much less write more.
But, I’ve got some cool posts that exist only in my head. Like, the one where all the weird links that made my inner feminist stand up and say ‘howdy’ all showed up together on the internet in the space of a week. Or the funny stories of the weird things you overhear from second graders.
Boy: I accidentally kicked someone in the nuts!
Me: That must have hurt him.
Boy: It was a girl!
Girl: *large put upon sigh* Girls don’t HAVE nuts.
Boy: They don’t?
Or that fabulous new announcement post about my friend Mylan having her baby, who is to be Bellatrix to kiddo’s Voldemort. Or the fact that Racher both tagged me for a meme and should be 80 million months pregnant by now, and WHY hasn’t LG decided to join the world outside yet? Why?
But my brain is broken by stress and money and fleas and fevers and the fact I still have no bookshelves and have to unpack my entire suitcase full of books anytime I’m looking for something. Like now. When all I really want is one of my journals. It’s in there on the bottom, I know it.
So, I will continue posting. Limpingly. Haltingly. And maybe when this stint as a second grade teacher is over, we have a million bucks, and I’ve stopped watching television in Japanese, we can get back to the fun stuff.
Like this: The My Little Pony Project. Awesome