I think I forgot how to type. My shoulder is injured. My keyboard is dirty. Typepad won't let me login. I didn't pay Typepad to renew my blog because I wasn't sure that I wanted to keep writing ever-increasingly lethargic posts. I thought I'd miss it more if I stopped. I am a terrible commenter and didn't want to run around commenting on 87 different blogs per day because it took me way too long and started to feel like a job requirement. I don't like blogging politics and internet cliques. No one wants to see pictures of Lydah every single day. I got really busy. My keyboard is REALLY dirty.
But guess what?
Separated from writing for long enough, I did start missing it. And I have been reading blogs again, sans commenting. I even got up the nerve to open my long-neglected feed reader the other day, and went ahead and marked everything read and now you know what I do? I just read the ones I feel like reading. No pressure! How about that?
Look, I realize that I am possibly the only person any of us know who is neurotic enough to self-impose all these regulations and requirements on what is, 100%, a hobby. But there it is.
I'm neurotic! And my keyboard is gross!
But I'm back. I paid Typepad, I cleaned my keyboard. And I'm giving myself a break as far as my self-inflicted blogging guilt. 14 posts in 28 days. Count it.
OH LOOK, IT'S LYDAH, AFTER ALL: