Seriously? Again? Every. Single. Day? I mean, I’m glad I’m doing this NaBloPoMo thing, but sometimes I wonder how many times I can post, “I don’t have anything new to say,” before reader attrition will begin.
Right now, I have been completely focused on getting ready for an artist open house I’m hosting tomorrow night. Trying to get and keep my home clean with three young tornadoes whirling around the house has been nearly impossible.
Anyway, I was searching for ANYTHING to post, and at least I happened upon this book by David Foster Wallace that looks awesome. And the title is fitting for how I feel about committing to post something every single day no matter what.
And now the baby is crying again. Gotta run!
— The Conscious Mom