Ramble, ramble, ramble

Okay, enough cute lately.  Be grateful I don’t bombard you with pictures of my kids or your teeth would decay on the spot.  I have some cuuuuute kids. 

I’ve been reading back issues of magazines, checking out news on the internet, and talking with my Beloved.  I should have enough source material for a year.  So why do I feel so blank?  Lack of sleep perhaps?  And when I did sleep the other day, I had a terrible nightmare – maybe one for my Top 5 Nightmares of All Time list.  It’s still bugging me. 

I know my Love has been plagued by an awful case of writer’s block lately.  He’s had a lot on his mind.  It’s hard for a writer to wrestle with.  And the stuff on his mind has been on mine too, and not just our own worries, but the worries we carry for those we care about as well.  When we love you, we don’t just politely love you from a distance; we love you, dammit.  That means if you need something, and we have it, it’s yours.  Your problems become our problems and we’ll do whatever we can to fix it.  And it pains us when we don’t have the means to do so.

So I encourage my Love to write.  I so believe in what he’s done with Ghost Hunters, and is doing with Witch Hunt.  His Childhood Memoirs are funny as hell too – edgy, but funny.    Heck, I should create a page on here just for his writing, I plug it so much.  Writing would be his dream job, and mine too.  Not for me, but for him, because it’s nice having him around.  We missed a lot of years together, so any way we can make up for that, we’re all for it!  Publishers?  We’re open to talk!

Nothing has changed on the home front, and for those who pray, we sure could use them.  Thank you. 

I have no real news.  Life keeps moving, carrying us along with it.  The baby, now 2½, has entered the “Terrible Two’s.”  Everything is a crisis for her.  She’s become a little drama queen, throwing her tantrums with passion and style.  And when she’s done, she says sweetly, “I’m weady to be sowwy now!”  She apologizes so adorably, it almost makes the tantrums worth it.  Almost.  Last night my son said, “I can’t go in there with her, she’ll give me a headache!”  Smart kid!  I’ll have to use that one next time he throws a fit about something and gives me a headache!  Right now he’s playing with the baby’s foam princess chair, pretending to tackle it like a football player and giving himself the giggles.  Good thing the baby’s still sleeping or there’d be a fit about that too.  In a way, I envy fit-throwers.  I have always wanted to just throw something across the room when I’m angry, but I can’t.  I might break something, and then I’d have to clean it up, and what if I couldn’t replace what got broken?  But it sure looks like it feels good, sending something hurtling with all your might, with all that pent up fury.  Ah, to not care about such things, like the baby! 

Hopefully my Love will get the next installment of Witch Hunt up today or tomorrow.  It’s been a slow going process this time.  Part of me thinks it’s because it’s not “seat of the pants” writing like last time.  We already know what’s going to happen, so there’s no surprise for us.  It takes a bit of the urgency away I think.  Also, this story is more complex, so he wants to be more thoughtful about his approach.  It will be worth it though, of that I am sure.

I did manage to blog on my football pages, but I’m still stuck on my writers page.  Thoughts?  Suggestions?  Ass-kickings? 

Anyway, I’ll end this here before the rambling becomes even more unmanageable.    Thanks for sticking with me so far!