Then my family and I cleaned up the mess. We survived.
So I blogged about our family surviving.
And then I found myself floundering for a creative nudge, a "hello" from my muse to let me know it was okay to start writing again.
So I blogged about losing momentum.
Now I'm excited. My muse just finished up her damned coffee break and clocked back in and it's about fucking time. I'm writing again, and not just on my blog.
So now I'm blogging about writing, not just on my blog.
Baby F(Ph)at, Mama's ready and raring to go.