The coolest article I read in my blog surfin’s this am was in South Africa they are reclassifying Chinese folk as black people.  Yes, in South Africa all Chinese folk are now officially Negroes. 

{snort, chortle, eek!]  I bet that goes over well.

Racalicious:  Chinese is the new black

I’m an expert at procrastination.  I fooled with my blog rather than getting right into my writing.  I do much better when I dive into writing without messing about in the Internet.

 I wasted over two hours.  Bad, bad me.  But I fixed the theme I prefer over on my author site.  It still looks better in Firefox (http://getfirefox.com) than IE.  I haven’t even tested it in the others (Sahara, Opera, Linux, etc.).  Let me know.

Now I’m going to get to work.  When I’m done I’m going to write a blog on procrastination over on my author site.   So much to do today!

No writing for the past day and a half.  My entire right side is jacked up.  I was walking the big dog in the woods out back, on a leash as I’m supposed to (caught a little hell over the leash law) and big dog saw a rabbit or something and pulled me down.  Sigh.  Shall climb back up to the desk tomorrow. 

Everybody does at one time or another.  We all know what shit feels like, looks like, smells like, and have waded through quantities of it at one time or another.  I feel no need to describe details of my personal shit, it’s enough to share that it’s been pretty deep. 

What it affected is my writing.  Slam, boom, all the way to complete stop.  I’m talking months…maybe years.  It’s worse than it’s ever been.  I’ve sunk into it and found it a mire too hard to struggle out.   It’s so easy to wallow, y’know?

But it’s time to stand up and do what I need to do–that’s write.  37,500 words to be exact.  I’ll be accountable and stick my progress here in gleaming electronic digits.  That’s how I started this blog in 2004 and that’s how I need to continue it.  The rest of the stuff is just B.S.

So I shall be boring around here for a while.  Nothing new, my muse hasn’t been inspired for ages.  The only thing that gets me going lately is a good race rant.  But no more.  I think I did what I could to raise awareness–a solution is beyond me.  I think that one’s for the generations to come, anyway. 

It’s down to the nitty-gritty, sweeties…and the way there is a journey via writing.  So off I go. 

I got the flu.  I’m pampering myself, well, as much as a mother can (we can never really stop).  I’ve crawled into bed with tea, a piece of toast because my stomach is rumbling, but I don’t know if I can keep it down, and my laptop.  I finished Christopher Moore’s A DIRTY JOB and am going to start on another one of his books.  Yep, a reading orgy!  Sometimes being sick isn’t so bad.