The Writer's Whiny Assurance

Guys, guys, it is so hot. And it makes me tired and lazy. That is basically my excuse for writing so little in this blog and elsewhere. This is what usually happens during the summer: I think I will get so much done during summer break, I do so for like, two weeks, and then I just devolve into this Reading Machine. I would watch more TV, but I feel guilty just lying around all day like I do, and at least when I'm reading I'm exercising my brain.

The whole process this summer has been further upset by how annoyingly busy last semester was, and then the air conditioner at my house breaking upstairs. I don't think I even went through my traditional two or three week period in May of "trying," I just collapsed. So I've just been sweating and limping (after spraining my ankle like, A WEEK OR MORE ago, it is still embarrassingly and irritatingly sore) around at home with my books. It has been pretty awesome in lots of ways, I'm not going to lie. I have always been a master at escapism, and reading is the one leisure type thing I rarely or never feel guilty about indulging in.

MY POINT, is that I've got loads of blog ideas half formed in Microsoft Word floating around that I SWEAR I'm going to get around to stitching together eventually. I've been reading lots of really intelligent blogs lately that update frequently with intelligent entries, and it would be nice to try build the habit for myself.

FUTURE BLOG SUBJECTS WILL LIKELY INCLUDE:
*The book series that's at least temporarily eaten my brain that everyone knows about because they've read it in middle school, but I didn't, I read it just now, and am now carefully and self-consciously adoring it, so you'll just have to sit through it with me.
*The TV series that I adore whole-heartedly, probably above all others, and against all odds.
*My history of taking writing Too Seriously.
*Music lessons and me
*Letters
*Cheeses I have loved

Yeah, maybe not that last one. I just thought it sounded funny.

My problem is that I take things too seriously and my sleep schedule is all weird right now because of work, so I need to figure out when I write best. This confession will be a considerable relief to my, what, three readers? But anyway, I thought those three would be interested in knowing.

This has basically been a post about whining, hasn't it? It totally has. Blergghhh, I promise there won't be many others.