Yaahhh so here I am writing for the second day in a row. Whoop de doo for me. Hooraya! Light the bonfire, send out the dancing girls. Yada yada yada, yay I'm so proud of me. No not really. I mean this is fun and all but it really doesn't take much to just sit here and spew. Digital diaherreah. Graphic goop. Online lines. What evers, what evers, what evers. Wish I could stay and chat but me gots to go entertain some folks!

Ok, so, she has written in her blog for a while. In fact she hasn't written in a while. And by "a while" I mean she can't even tell you when she last wrote. Yeesh. Some "writer." So she's writing today because her therapist told her to write every day. Write anything. Work on the novel, post on her blog, just write dammit. The therapist even said she could write something like:

"Ok so here I am writing, are you satisfied? The only reason I'm writing is because you told me too, this sucks. Yada yada yada, blah blah blah. "

Funny she should mention blah because another member in her group has had so much therapy that she can sum up the prevailing diagnosis/observation of the moment with just "blah, blah, blah." The scary part is that everyone knows what she's talking about. They never have to ask, "I know what you mean by blah, but could you go into a little more detail about blah?" Maybe some wisecracking member should just do that for laughs some time. I know just the member.

Because that, ladies and germs, is how she does it.

It's good to be back.