No Apologies

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I’m sorry I haven’t written lately, sort of. Sometimes I just feel as though I don’t have anything that is important enough to write.

The hustle and bustle of the holidays are finally behind me and I can get back to some sort of normalcy, if there even is such a thing as normalcy. What a funny sounding word “normalcy” is? Life is like a unicorn, you think you’ve seen one but then you turn around and realize it wasn’t what you thought it was. That is the way normalcy is. You think you have some semblance of it in your life, but when you turn around, you realize that your life is just as crazy as ever.

I have been working really hard on writing my book, getting the final press proofs of my mother’s book (Boohoo for Pluto) finalized, and getting the Spanish version of the book (Pobrecito Pluton) to press. All of that as well as Christmas shopping and wrapping, a trip to Texas to see my little sister graduate from college, and going into work every day. Oh yeah, I’ve also had the flu and a cold.

So, no more complaining or apologizing. I am starting the year fresh and will try to write at least two times a week from now on. As long as I can think of something earth-shattering to write about 🙂

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‘Tis The Season

Photo credit: Samuel Zeller and Splash.com

Photo credit: Samuel Zeller and Splash.com

First, I would like to apologize for not writing in a while. I just haven’t felt up to it lately.

I hate this time of year. A bold statement, I know. There is something about the holiday season that always brings me down. It usually starts in mid-November, when all the hullabaloo over holiday shopping begins. This year, the commercialization of the holidays began right around the beginning of September and has not let up. I am so sick of it. I am sick of Thanksgiving turning into the new Black Friday. I am sick of the media hyping who will be open when. I am sick of wondering if I will have enough money to buy decent gifts this year. I am just plain sick of it all. The closer Christmas gets, the less happy I become. I put on a happy face for my kids, but my husband knows that I am not in the mood. By the time Christmas day actually arrives, I am just so overwhelmed with all the commercialization that has been pushed in my face, that I usually just shut myself in my room for a little while after the little ones have opened their gifts.  Sometimes I wonder if I have ADHD or SAD (Seasonal Affect Disorder).

Last year we didn’t decorate very much and decided not to even put the tree up; consequently, the entire family felt more relaxed, even the younger children. I think that part of the problem stems from the fact that my mother always went over-the-top with Christmas. It may have just seemed like a huge pile of gifts because I was small, but I think it actually was. I feel as though I cannot give my children the same amount of gifts, and therefore feel like I am not doing enough. We don’t have a huge feast. We don’t have family and friends over. We don’t even go anywhere. The younger children actually get 3 Christmases because they go from my house to their father’s house, then to their grandmother’s house. I guess this makes up for the fact that I can’t give them the number of gifts I got as a child, but it still doesn’t make me feel any better.

Oh well, it’s almost over for this year. Seventeen days and counting.

The Urge to Write

I don’t know what it is,

But when time is running short,

I seem to want to write.

The urge is so strong,

That I will even write poetry.

Is that what you call poetic justice,

Or poetic license?

 

Second Verse Same as the First

 

 

I hate computers. I hate moving. I hate moving computers. The irony is that I need computers to do my job, and if there weren’t any computers, I wouldn’t have a job.

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The long and the short of it is that I have been moving computers and servers for the last several weeks, hence the reason for my absence.

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I have missed writing and haven’t even had time to record my thoughts on a digital recorder. It has been insanely crazy and hectic and I just don’t like that feeling of disorientation and disorganization. I hope that I still have some readers.