Thursday, October 01, 2009


First my well went dry, and I had very little to say.

And then I hit the wall, and had to admit I'm a teeny, weeny bit depressed. (Cue the dark paneling and bad polyester pants.)

Now I'm just putting one foot in front of the other, and looking up.

I may not be prancing, but I'm back.


phd in yogurtry said...

I'm impressed with the polyester pants. In my case, depression spells drawstring PJ bottoms.

Glad to see you back.

natalie said...

it's nice to hear from you.

stephanie (bad mom) said...

We shall rally.

Jenn@ You know... that blog? said...

Welcome back - it's so hard to write when you're depressed. My brain seems to shut down at times, and no way can I squeak out anything remotely readable.

Hang in there, this will pass!

Fantastic Forrest said...

That link to beanpaste was hilarious.

I hope 2nd story has helped to lift your spirits and inspire your storytelling.


Saucy said...

Everyone hits a little wall. With the change in season, things are bound to shake up a bit. Looking forward to your posts!