Neighbor Nicki and I took all our chiddren to the local purveyor of all things McTasty and McQuick last Friday for lunch. You'll recall that Neighbor Nicki's a recent immigrant to the Land of Blog. Yeah, she's still in the writin'-posts-in-the-shower, can't-sleep-at-night, gettin'-up-at-three-in-the-morning-because-I-have-to-get-this-down-before-I-forget-it phase. As for me, the seasoned two-month veteran of offical bloggery, I have to admit: I have serious case of Bloggymoon Envy.
Across the street, Nicki's feverishly struggling to keep up with a torrent of ideas for new posts, and has a couple already in the hopper for the upcoming week. On Friday I even caught her staging photos in her head for special pictorial issues. Nicki's been our most constant, faithful companion for our Friday night bonfires all summer long, but when I asked her over our McLunch what she planned to do last Friday evening, she said, with a happy, fulfilled, ethereal smile, Oh, I have to BLOG... I have two ideas I need to work on for next week!
AGH...I've created a monster! I lamented.
YEAH! A Bloggymonster! she growled, laughing.
Meanwhile back over at my kitchen counter, I've opened up the Big White Blogger Box countless times and started tens of posts, but at some point in each of them I just get stymied. Struck mute by my own little bloggy neuroses, so complex and reclusive in their natures I can't even coax them out so I can see them to describe them to you. And the longer I go without posting, the more panicked I feel about not posting and the more pressure I feel to hurry up and JUST! POST! SOMETHING! ALREADY! which leads to more stymiedness and more neurosis. It's not pretty, people.
I've come to the conclusion though, that maybe Nicki's sucking all of the creative juices over to her side of the street, leaving my side all drab and mute and panicky. I allowed as much to her this afternoon when I walked out to get my mail and saw her, Munch and Bubba out on her driveway. She HAD HER LAPTOP OUT THERE AND WAS BLOGGING AWAY as the boys played ball. We call that showin' out where I come from, by the way. Anyway, she didn't hear my theory about the whole creavity-suck she'd perpetrated agin' me, because she had her head stuck so far up into that laptop all I could see were the soles of her new gym shoes and two pointy little elbows justa bobbin' away as she tapped out another post. However I did get her attention the couple times I slammed the lid down on that laptop while she'd stepped away to attend to the antics of her two little sluggers.
What? I was protecting her computer, people! The kids were all over the place and I didn't want one of them to trip over or jump on or otherwise fold, spindle or mutilate her laptop! (Or did I?) And how was I to know Mark had set her laptop to shut down when closed?
Shhhhhhh... It worked though, didn't it?