They say the best way to overcome writer’s block is to just start typing words. Any words. All of the words. Just some words. It doesn’t really matter. Once you start typing, words are supposed to come together and eventually ideas will follow. Before you know it, you’ve written a whole page. Eventually, you might even figure out what it is that’s on your mind or what the hell that little voice in your head that keeps incessantly urging you to write wants from you. And maybe, just maybe, there will be one or two brilliant sentences somewhere in that hot mess heap of garbage you’ve just written. Hopefully.
But none of this happens until you put fingers to a key board and type the first word. Or so I hear. Let’s give it a whirl and see where this ends up, shall we? Your guess is as good as mine.
The truth is, I wanted to tell you that I’ve been working hard behind the scenes of FUMC. I’ve been dusting off the old girl and trying to make her presentable again. I seriously thought about scraping her entirely and starting over but I couldn’t do it. I’m a bit of a hoarder when it comes to sentimental things and this blog is very much that for me. So, here we are, the same old dated references and regrettable post titles from the past all shined up and packaged with a more modern bow hoping you’ll take us back and love us again. All six of you.
Seriously, though. What do you think? She’s looking good, isn’t she? I legit had to teach myself to be a freaking hacker/coder to figure out how to transform this sucker. Honestly, I still don’t really know what I’m doing. But I am super proud of myself so far. There’s more I want to do and learn but I figured if I didn’t take her out for a little spin and test drive the new equipment soon I would get cold feet and never do it, so here we are.
Is it just me, or has anyone else started to picture my blog as a washed up old dancer with a smoker’s cough and/or a slightly rusty vintage station wagon named Fanny? I promise I will stop conjuring those images soon. Someday. Today is not that day. Because today Fanny’s gonna ride again! I mean Fanny the car, not Fanny the dancer. Or, I don’t know. Hell, Fanny the dancer deserves to ride again, too. Right? What’s happening? I don’t know. On that note, I think my work here is done.
I love this. I miss us. Let’s do it again soon!