I know, I know.
I've been slacking on the blog thing lately, but in my defense, I have been writing. See, like most want-to-be-published-someday writers, I'm writing a book. Or two. OK, five actually.
No, I'm serious.
I have a memoir, a parenting book, a fiction novel, and two sci-fi novels underway.
I have started, and gotten most of the way through three books. I've gotten somewhat into one more, and I've actually outright finished one, but as you know, until it's submitted to an editor (and then accepted, revised and rewritten in places), it's not really done.
You could say I lack focus, but the truth is, they're all very different sorts of books, and I write for the mood I'm in.
Which is, of course, not conducive to finishing anything.
So my friend was good enough to post that picture up above to my Facebook page, and of course, no writing got done at all. Which makes very little sense because I would do just about anything any one of those guys asked me to do, up to and including:
1) Stripping naked and dancing the Macarena in the center of Times Square
2) Stripping naked and balancing a jelly donut on my nose
3) Stripping any one of them naked and squeezing the jelly from said donut onto their body
I think the key message we can take as inspiration from the above photo is: naked.
Uh...where was I?
Oh, the writing thing. Yeah. I got it now. So the bottom line is I'm being a better-ish novel writer, and that's making me a bad blogger.
I'm a bad, bad blogger, Avenger guys, and I deserve a spanking. Oh yes, I do.
Now, what was I doing again?