I did the round up of blog highlights today for our local blogging community.   As I was perusing a very long list of blogs, I found that there were lots without current posts.
I’m not talking a few days or even weeks here and there.  I’m talking months and months.  For some, almost a year.  
Which got me thinking about what gets in the way of my own posting (and we all know it’s all about me).  
Here’s my short list:

I’m the free cab that transports my child to and …

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I have spent the month of March getting focused, clearing out old projects, and coming up with a plan.  All that is great, but at some point, I have to actually do some work.   
Which I did this week.  
I got my non-fiction book going- 10 actual pages written. I’ve got a couple of books of fiction chomping at the bit, and of course, my short fiction here at DFB.  
Yay for me, and all that jazz.  
The question is how do I keep it going?  As I was pondering …

If you’re from the south, you know what that term means.  
Fixin’ to eat.
Fixin’ to leave.
Fixin’ to work on the car.
Well, all week, I’ve been fixin’ to write.  
I don’t know what happened.  It’s like I’ve been in a vortex for the last week.  I’m going to get beamed up out of here so that I can get back to writing.
And as soon as my web diva is back from vacation, she’ll teach me how to download my freakin’ podcast (no- I still have not figured it out-I didn’t realize …

Unplugging (aka- down time, de-stressing, me time, whatever) is pretty important to me these days.  I’ve learned over the past few months that going, going, going simply means that I’m tired, irritable, and crotchety (yes- I said crotchety).
This weekend I ended up unplugging by accident.  I mean, I didn’t plan on doing it, it just happened.  And I liked it, so I kept it up.  Except, now I’ve got to get back to work, and I’m a little slow going.
Which is one of the reasons that I don’t unplug.  Once …

I have been dealing with the dreaded “writer’s block” since we rang in the new year.  But you post almost every day here at DFB (the little voice in my head screams).  I know, I know.  But I’m talking about a block when it comes to writing fiction- which I haven’t posted much of.  
‘Cause I was stuck.
And then last week I had a “moment” (actually, I had several during the course of the week- on top of being sick) because it feels like things aren’t  going the way I …

Yesterday was President’s Day- a holiday I used to look forward to.  As a matter of fact, when I had a full-time agency gig, I looked forward to all holidays.  Much needed time off from The System and its craziness.  
Except, now holidays just aren’t the same (unless it’s Thanksgiving or Christmas).  
Working from home means that my schedule is my own.  I have predictability with the meetings and reports and trainings that I am involved in.  These days, 30 percent of my time is scheduled by outside forces.  In …

The guy on the left is climbing- you know the whole onward and upward thing.
 Which is the way I started this week.
 It’s not ending that way.  
No complaints.  It is what it is.  
I’ll keep moving.  
Just a little slower.
And with a little less enthusiasm.  
But moving nonetheless.

Yes, I often spend the first couple of hours of my day working in my bathrobe.  Not that you asked.
Anyway, it’s The Day After, and time to get back to making it do what it do (thank you Jamie Foxx [as Ray Charles] for making this one of the most overused phrases of the last five year).  
Right now, I need some help.  I’m researching women who write humor.  I thought this would be a much easier task than it is turning out to be.  For now, I have what …

I am an eight hour a night girl when it comes to sleep.  If I don’t get all my hours in, I’m a walking grump with dark circles.  
My loved ones avoid me like the plague.  
I take my sleeping seriously.  It’s nothing to be played with.  As a matter of fact, I ENJOY sleeping.  Unlike The Man, who thinks that if he’s sleeping, he’s missing something.
A few nights ago, I woke up suddenly and HAD to write.  Not like coherent, finishing up a project, or great new idea coming …