Making your own choices about what and when you eat
Making your own choices about where you work
My point is, anything is sexier than 50 Shades of Grey. Nothing is sexy about stalkery, controlling, abusive relationships, nor is it sexy to romanticize abusive, controlling relationships. It isn’t sexy to exploit a community like the BDSM one by using it to hide behind. And nothing is sexy about bad writing and horrible fan fiction.
So if you’re looking for sexy, for the love of all that is sexy, give 50 Shades of Grey a pass. You’ll thank me.
I haven’t blogged yet this new year. I was sick December and January and most of my free time was spent in doctor’s waiting rooms and recovering. I’m finally on the mend and starting to feel like a human being again. I’ve been writing a bit for some clients and have about half a dozen half-finished blog posts.
They have yet to see the light of day, because I get inspired to write a blog post, get halfway into it, then decide it’s a stupid idea for a blog post, so it sits forever as a draft.
I might finish them and publish them. Or I could run away and join the circus. Hey, anything could happen!
Oh, hey. It’s December and once again, I failed at that whole Nablopomo thing.
I had the best intentions for this year. I swear.
I’ve been writing a lot more recently. Not so much here. But for clients. And a super secret side project. And for these awesome people.
So I fully expected to successfully write a blog post each. And. Every. Day. This. Month.
Then life happened. Some super exciting happy news one day, followed by no good, terrible very bad news the next.
Then work got busy, then my anxiety became all stirred up. We fought with our contractors, as our big home reno is still not 100% complete. Over a year after the hell mouth first opened up in my dining room.
And so on, and so on.
And then suddenly it was December.
So hey, guys. I failed the thing again. As it happens sometimes.