Bad Blogger

Way back when this blog was nothing but a satirical commentary on the nature of blogs and bloggers, I said I would never chastise myself for not blogging more frequently. I would never be a slave to my blog or my audience. I would never write just to see words on the page. I would never blather on about the inanities of my life. My blog would mean something.

It's a good thing I like crow.

I've been a bad blogger. ((cringe)) That looks even more pathetic in writing. But I haven't been writing anything worth reading and I haven't been commenting.

I have a perfectly good reason for that, I swear.

This is the last week of school for my kids, and last week was baseball playoffs for both boys. I've been running around like the proverbial chicken minus his proverbial head.

This is what my life is about, of course. It's what I do. I procure stuff. I organize stuff. I attend stuff. It was part of the deal I made with husband when I told him I wasn't going back to work twelve years ago.

Also, I have been working on editing my piece "Funeral In a Small Town" for submission to the Southern Women Writers Writing contest. The deadline is June 1st. My piece has roughly twice as many words as the submission guidelines require, and it is killing me to discard even the smallest one.

I really don't know how "real" writers survive the editorial process. I have labored over these words, writing and re-writing until they felt the way I wanted them to feel. They are like my children these words...conceived in my mind and birthed onto the page. I cherish them. I am proud of them. I love them. Like my flesh and blood children, they are my legacy.

Needless to say, it's a slow and agonizing process.

So...anyway...despite the validity of my reasons for being absent from the blogosphere, I feel guilty about the crapitude of my blogging lately, as well as not making the rounds to comment the way I normally do.

I'm such a dork.

Forgive me.