It's funny how sometimes I can't seem to write fast enough--ideas for posts pouring out of my ears. And other times, like now, I can't be bothered to lift a single finger and type a single letter.
The only way to break out of a blogging funk, I find, is to just write. The only way to get unstuck is to just type. Without this perfunctory flexing of the metacarpals, I find that everything soon calcifies and a once somewhat healthy blog becomes pretty much extinct. You turn around and realize...hmmm...I haven't written a new post for 4 weeks...and then 4 months...and then why bother anymore.
Sometimes the attempt to have a nice coherent blog entry pretty much obliterates the fun of blogging. So to heck with that today. Here's a random list of stuff that...well, is just random:
--I've been on a Cheryl Strayed kick lately. Just finished Wild and Tiny Beautiful Things. She's an amazing writer and her immense humanity and wisdom shines through in every sentence (but I definitely don't agree with everything she says). I think I might buy Tiny Beautiful Things in hardcopy (everything I read is on kindle since the only time I have to read is while nursing) just so I can highlight phrases and read some passages over and over again.
--Noah is 8 months today. We're finally digging ourselves out of a deep dark hole of baby care. Most wonderfully he's now on a very predictable schedule. He takes 2 naps at the same time every day and eats solids like a beast. Oh how I love predictability.
--Judah has become an aggressive alpha male monster. Everything that comes out of his mouth is about killing, hating, fighting, cutting off heads, etc. I fear I'm raising the next great American sociopath. And the tantrums. They are stronger and more frequent than ever. Terrible Threes, here we come!
--I just started watching Season 1 of Breaking Bad. Fascinating. Psychologically fascinating.
That is all.
2 comments:
I hate all the fighting and killing stuff... but in the end I decided it wasn't worth battling over, since we were both feeling bad that I was basically telling him everything he was interested in is wrong. A friend with a daughter said she had a similar struggle over princess stuff.
Yeah, I figure it's a boy thing. Eventually they will get "socialized" out of it and maybe sublimate it into something more acceptable...like sports. :-P Glad to hear my kid's not the only one!
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