See, the first thing to do is to deny it.
Apparently, a classic leadership technique is to take issues and trivialise them.
I am good at that.
I am trivialising my blog block.
I am trivialising my tendency to spell things with s rather than z.
I am trivializing my irritation with the red squiggly.
I even wrote a poem recently, so there, what block? who block? It went like this:
Time, how it flies
Like a bird with wings.
Look at us now,
you and I.
Sitting here eating,
listening to music,
and checking emails.
For those of you taking a class on poetry and such like, monster girl, was writing emails to her cousins. And we were listening to The Beatles. She likes Yellow Submarine. I like Norwegian Wood. Neither of those songs make sense to me. But I still like them. Or therefore I like them.
There. Its done. The flood gates are opened. Let the fun begin.
