April 1, 2008
At times I think our blog is just too much. A weight, a load, a big ol’ tub of lard. I mean, it seems like there are days when we go on and on, with not a fresh thought in the whole thing. We knit, we purl, we make stuff, we have a grand old time as we blab and make our bibs and rugs and show pix of the kids, our shoes, weird eggs.
Have you felt this way? That sad, dull sense that there may not be a new trick for the old dog?
Not that you are a dog, mind you. Or me, too, though I have been called a hound more than once. Or a girl dog, you know.
I guess you get what you pay for, right? Or, as a guy once said to me when I told him his new book was hard to read: “Well, if you don’t like it, you will have a nice long time to get used to it.”
So, when I get to the point that I have these sags, these limps, these days when a new blog post seems just too hard to cook up, I just try some sort of trick that keeps me at the keys.
Take this post. Can you guess what the deal is here? Can you guess why this post keeps me on my toes?
A LATE CHANGE: Dears, I had to change four words in the text up there to make my game work right. Go take a peek and see if you can guess what’s up.