The Zadge is losing her blogging mojo. As you probably could tell, from the dearth of posts lately.
Part of it is probably the doom and gloom of the winter that sends her down the rabbit hole.
Part of it is that she’s been at it for almost four years, and really, what new can she tell you about her life? Like you don’t know that she has an awful dating history, a crazy menagerie living in her old house, spends too much money and drinks too many vodka tonics? Really, how many emails from Dharma Tony do you need to see? (Thank the Zadge for sparing you the latest plea from dear old Tony – yes, he emailed again,)
You are welcome.
And a big part of it is that too many people at the Top Secret Day Job now read the blog, and the Zadge has to be much more circumspect in what she posts. She likes to keep her personal life out of the office.
So she’s thinking about putting the ole blog to bed. Which is apparently the only thing she is bedding down recently.
But then she thinks about all the really, really great people she’s met because of this little blog. Real live talented writers who have become her friends in real life, with whom she drinks and visits and laughs. I’M LOOKING AT YOU CUPCAKE, MEG AND PENNE!
And those new friends who don’t have blogs, but stop by now and again to say hi, or send prayers when Harry inevitably ends up in the hospital because he got into something, or just like to give the Zadge shit. I’M LOOKING AT YOU HULK!
And then she thinks, maybe she should start another blog, one even more anonymous that the work folk can’t find, but then she remembers that the work folk are her friends, so that would be stupid.
Speaking of work friends, the last few years the Zadge has watched the Super Bowl alone and thought it might be fun this year to invite a fellow football fan over to keep her company. Ladies and Gentleman, I give you Ross with Friends, who had just returned from four straight days of snow boarding, as he appeared throughout the entire game:
Even Bey in her leather bodysuit couldn’t rouse him.
So the Zadge pours herself a vodka tonic and contemplates what to do.
As the song goes, “Do I stay or do I go now?”