The problem with this precious routine is that it gets in the way of this writing thing that I’m supposed to do. (Sigh).
How can a writer exist without writing? It’s like a light bulb with no filament. It don’t work.
So, a new habit is in much needed order. And I’m gonna need your help.
I enjoy having some accountability in my life (in small doses or never), and I’ve come to the conclusion that writing requires a bit o that. Right?
I am committing to one blog per week. I know that may not seem like much to the blogger-extraordinaire who shits out four posts a week. But some of us are a bit, well, challenged (read lazy).
You should know that I’m probably going to write about lots of different shit. You know, feminism, pussies, curly hair, misogyny, spirituality, my period, cultural appropriation, gluten free coconut donuts, my obsession with style, and how I manage to stay so fat and cute. #MyFatIsCute
And so, it is with substantial curly hair, a mega-watt smile and sorta side-eye, that I ask you to check me. If you are one of the five people who read my blog, and don’t see a witty post in more than seven days, then I authorize you to message me and say, “Get yo shit together, gurl!” And I will not cut you. That is my solemn promise.
I’m done. I told you this was not going to be fucking awesome.
Ciao for niao,