I read recently that blogging is often used for venting. I read that and thought, Venting? I know how to do that.
For instance, do you suppose Stephen King, John Grisham, Danielle Steel or Tami Hoag do chores in the morning before they sit down at their computer? Stuff like: dishes, dusting, laundry, gardening, watering, or bed making? Even before Mr. King was a household name, did he have household work to do ... ever?
I still can't picture him making his own bed.
It's now 9:40 am and I'm just sitting down. I was up at 6:30. Yes, it's true I could rise earlier, only if I did that I'd have to retire earlier, and it's too hot. After 3 hours, I'm just finishing up my daily duties, not to mention I made my boys some huckleberry muffins out of the goodness of my heart because they were kind enough to pick me a bucketful Saturday. I burned the first batch because I was outside weeding. But they're still edible. You just have to cut off the tops.
Will the day come when I can rise, eat breakfast and go directly to work? I'm wondering that while images of dust bunnies, dirty dishes and stinky laundry pile up around me. Unless, of course, there comes a time when I'm (the writer) so filthy rich that I can afford a housekeeper.
I'll be back. I had vent #2, but after I burned the muffins, it vanished from my mind. I'm sure it's still here somewhere.