I'm currently suffering from Severe WannaBe Writers Block.
I sat down at least 5 times yesterday to write about such things as "my husband taking the coaching of city basketball WAY too seriously."
"The planning of The Passion Party and how my friend suggested we should serve "Weenies and beans" and how she was completely serious and not even aware of how HILARIOUS it was that she suggested "WEENIES" for a party about and for weenies."
"me getting served at the gym last night when a little old lady put me to shame by lifting 10 pound weights with ease while I struggled with my 5 pounders and how I kinda wanted to kick her where babies come out for making me feel bad about myself even though she was just doin' her thang."
"Connie Chung. (Ok, and also Maury Povich.")
"when I told a certain comedian friend of mine who shall remain nameless that I put a little weight back on, his response was "Lose the weight. No excuses. Not fucking one. Lose the weight" and how I wigged the HELL out and went all "typical woman" on him and started to cry because how dare he not comfort me and offer me a virtual (*(*(*(*HUG*)*)*)*)"
And I sat here for hours, unable to put any of those things into a coherent post. And then I lost my shit, said a lot of "F" words and called my computer a bitch. I felt so bad because, seriously, is it the computers fault? IS IT? Of course it isn't, so I apologized and we both cried a little because it's not anyone's fault.
WannaBe Writers Block happens, man. It just happens.








Even when you're writing about not writing, you're hilarious!