The Internet can be a cruel and unusual abyss of half-cocked opinions and bargain basement analysis, especially when it comes to Black wom...
Often on some of my fav blogs I'll ride through & catch the tumble weeds of posts from weeks or months prior rolling by.
From time to time I'll even catch a "My bad, I ain't feelin' it y'all" in the RSS feed. It's always followed by a promise to make it happen in the very near future as soon as the mojo clocks back in. I hate when those pop up because I feel like "HELLO, you help make my day, get on your job!!" I really do understand though. Writing is a responsibility & the assumption is that anyone who does it always has something to say. Not true. It's part of my fear around being a writer beyond the confines of creative personal choice.
Consistency has been my goal since I started this--2 years ago in July--& I pride myself on being mostly successful with that. Here we are, 8 days deep into February & my nemesis has crept up & reared her ugly head. My mojo didn't go on vacation; S.A.D.s came & sucker punched it. For those who don't know, S.A.D.s stands for Seasonal Affective Disorder. All the things I said I was going to do to maintain my sanity in general have been pushed aside by this form of depression & made it next to impossible to attend to. Trainer? Don't remember the last time we met. Dance class? Uhmmmm...no. Friends? Less & less.
Thus far, I've been able to find things to write about. You probably couldn't tell anything was wrong. Now, at this very moment, I can't think of 1 thing to share outside of this. Why? I don't want to discuss the tears & the way I've retreated into my cave to hibernate through the rest of the Winter. I'm disinterested in discussing my lack of interest. Instead, I'm going to do the typical blogger thing & apologize in advance if & when you come through & catch a whole lot of wind blowing & crickets chirping. I will try to avoid it but I make no promises. A person can only do what she can do & my cape has to be hung out to dry for the next day. Trying to save the world gets the cape a little sweaty. What I have to do is all I can guarantee will get done. The rest...might be hit or miss. I'll try to keep the empties from showing up or sticking around too long.
See y'all 'round the Blogosphere.
Watch me move.