Slugitude

I think I’ve finally caved to some kind of exhaustion. I’m doing the bare minimum I have to do to keep a semblance of order in my life. Beyond that, I’d rather nap.

I’m reading your blogs and posts even if I’m not commenting. I’m staring at my keyboard but have nothing of interest to post. Every time I start writing, inside my brain the words sound like blah blah blah blah who cares blah. And also blah.

I’m behind on returning e-mails and phone calls. I’m missing birthdays right and left. There’s nothing I want to photograph. Nowhere I want to go.

I AM ON A BREAK.

(Except, edited to add: Lindsey, you got your wish. All 136ish of my Photo Friday photos are now publicly viewable on Flickr.)

I have this book from my old bookseller days by David Greenberg. A dreadful and wonderful book that I often marvel was published.

Right now, I have decided just to BE a slug. I’ll let you know how this works out for me.

21 thoughts on “Slugitude”

  1. I think I’ve finally caved to some kind of exhaustion. I’m doing the bare minimum I have to do to keep a semblance of order in my life. Beyond that, I’d rather nap.

    Welcome to my whole life. :/

    1. I won’t be able to stand myself too long.

      Ugh. On reconsidering that, it makes it sound like I’m insulting you. What I mean is, this is a mood that I don’t like in myself, so I’m trying to regard it as a necessary break of some sort, but I know it’s passing.

      However, if you’re speaking of being pro-napping, I’m all FOR that, always!

  2. Everyone needs to take downtime, now and again. I think it makes good sense that you take time off. I imagine that you *are* exhausted!

    I hope you feel less “blah” soon, dear.

    🙂

    *HUGS*

  3. I’d be more than happy to take the reins. I’ve been plum itching to write Jane-Jane’s Hand II, This Time It’s Personal for the longest time. All I need is a password and 30 minutes alone with the subject matter.

    A little humor, there, for you. : )

    Sorry about the slump. It’s going to be hell for us readers until you get back up to journal-speed.

    1. Let me try this again so that it makes sense this time.

      For one mad moment, I considered asking you to guest post, then I remembered that you are on steroids, so I’d be guilty of this.

      I don’t need a bunch of irate parents coming at me with pitchforks. And salt.

  4. “Every time I start writing, inside my brain the words sound like blah blah blah blah who cares blah. And also blah.”

    This has been me since december.

  5. My sister bought SLUGS back in the eighties, and I’ve totally held onto it as a cherised memento of my childhood, along with other relics such as Super Pickle. Love it. 🙂

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