Running Out of Things to Say

Well, it’s been a good run with NaBloPoMo (okay, a good week almost two weeks), but perhaps the towel is ready to be thrown in.  Making yourself write daily is a good and useful exercise, and if this is an open chance for you to do that, then it’s great.  Frankly, I make myself write a lot/too much, and rather than facilitated by free, fun blog writing am feeling a bit encumbered with prompts that I want to rebel against rather than respond to, some weird aversion to publishing any of the almost interesting posts I’ve been working on as part of this month, and–like a 24 hour news network–jabbering just to fill space, something I’m not a huge fan of.

For example, today I have some half-finished posts and some real work that needs to be done, so for the sake of posting I would feel compelled to share this photo of our dog in her new bed:

We bought it as a “Christmas present for her,” which is really code for early Christmas present for Jason, who for months has been clamoring to dispose of the pile of rags she used to sleep on (which are now in her crate).  She loves the bed itself–except for the fact that the fleece seems to be overheating her sometimes.  She’s not so fond of the guy who keeps harassing her in an attempt to stop her from chewing on it.  I’m not so fond on the fact that she seems to prefer the bed to cuddling on the couch.

That’s the news here.  But that’s not really blog worthy, and since it doesn’t contain every detail of Coco’s bodily functions today, it’s not really Facebook worthy either.  I’m posting it anyway, because I have space to fill.

So hello and goodbye NaBloPoMo/Fortnight.  It’s been fun, and being challenged to write every day for a bit was great.  Maybe I can actually make good on that standing goal with the dissertation . . . I just don’t have any dog beds to talk about.