I make stuff. I make stuff everyday. I make believe four hours of jibberjabber, and dream up contests, and think out interviews. It’s a mighty content hose to fill, but I fill it.
I used to be able to siphon off enough to have things to say here too, but lately it seems like that trolley has left the station.
Maybe it’s the “making a person” project that is claiming the spark of creation on the side. Maybe it’s that after almost five years, I’ve sort of said everything there is to blog already. Or maybe it’s just that I’m tired.
Whatever it is, and whyever other people create, I create stuff to entertain. And right now, I’m being very boring. If I were a different kind of blogger, I suppose I’d have all kinds of stuff to say. A whole post about how I got so mad about something the other day that Ryan thought I was going to throw the cat at him. THROW the CAT. (I didn’t, obviously. I’m not a monster.)
But I’m not.
And so I’m sending “land of make believe” on hiatus to Pittsburgh for a while. Not a flounce, a calculated sparing of a welcome overstayed — for the moment.
I’m sure that someday, when I’ve slept enough to sustain life, or when I have something more compelling to say than, “Did you see that link about the people who used the same 12 cloth diapers for two whole years?” I will.
Because I figured out why I wasn’t named my back-up name — it means “Good Listener.” And I don’t think I’ve ever stopped talking long enough for someone to say that to me.
In the meantime, I’ll tell Lady Elaine you said “Hi.”