I haven't written in days - Kimmie said, "Why haven't you written anything since Saturday?"
"I don't have any words." It's true; I don't have anything to talk about. Nothing good or interesting, anyway. I've got a guest post I'm supposed to have turned in by today...here's hoping inspiration strikes soon.
Ever notice it's easier to write when life sucks? When things are emotional or trying or challenging or hard - that's when the words flow like lava. When life is full of kittens and rainbows, I've only got "I made this awesome thing for dinner" and "I had sex again last night. It was awesome." I know you don't want to read that. Do you? I'm not complaining - when the alternative is brilliance and misery, I'd rather spend every day for the rest of my life jumping for joy and not able to write a paragraph.
Life is beautiful, and that makes my blog very, very boring.