This is my 100th blog post! Wooty hooty doo! So I wanted it to be special. Which meant it was big. Which meant I definitely wasn't going to do it.
Yes, I am a world-class-this-is-important-procrastinator.
I pondered somehow skipping it, but the Blogger platform is really good at math.
I considered faking it, but I'm a terrible liar. I'm also very gullible. I'm so gullible in fact, I sometimes fall for my own lies even though I'm a terrible liar.
I wondered about just not mentioning it, but what if My 100th Post held a grudge and plotted an elaborate revenge scenario which would play out right at the moment I found success?
No, I had to face up to it. But I didn't have to do it today. Or the next day. Or like the 13 days after that either. And the weight of it was dragging me down a little bit each day until I was seeing everything from my toddler's perspective. (FYI, it's really filthy down here on the floor. Seriously, someone should sweep.)
|"The incredible shrinking writer" or|
"Look at this filth!"
(Silhouettes by Mzacha via sxc.hu)
Let this be a lesson to you writers out there.
Work on the important things first. All those little projects will wait patiently for you to be done. The big things are much too heavy to carry around and will turn you into a hunchback who has to start cleaning. Cleaning to writers is like garlic to vampires.
Ahh, it feels good to stretch out my back again. Now, where are those bunny ears?