I'm going to start out this post with a graceful quote from my favorite blogger, Dingo:
"The hardest part about blogging is what to say after a lengthy absence. I’m going to forgo the Compulsory Retroactive Asskissing Pity Party and the tale of woe about antidepressants, side effects, life, death, and all that other bullshit that had my muses screaming like whiney little bitches: 'Ohhh, I’m too sad to write! Oooohhhh! I’m too tired to write! Ooohhh, zombies!'"
"The hardest part about blogging is what to say after a lengthy absence. I’m going to forgo the Compulsory Retroactive Asskissing Pity Party and the tale of woe about antidepressants, side effects, life, death, and all that other bullshit that had my muses screaming like whiney little bitches: 'Ohhh, I’m too sad to write! Oooohhhh! I’m too tired to write! Ooohhh, zombies!'"
While my last few months were probably not as emotionally taxing as Dingo's, her message still applies. Sometimes things happen that we can't control, and they successfully briefly suck the talent from our lives (briefly being four to five months).
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