Sucking it UP

Hey!

I know. You're shocked. I'm in front of a computer, about to do a real live real blog entry. Your head's exploding (or, as a recent Viagra email said, eploding). Eploding. Pronounced Eeee-Pl-OH-ding. That makes me giggle.

I want to apologize for missing the mark completely with my Domestic Disturbance post the other day. What I meant to say - without coming right out and saying it - was that when you're committed to a relationship, you don't just get up and walk away, even if you have planned to do so. You suck the hardship up and deal with it, because what you would lose if you gave up is more than what you currently lack. Does that make sense? Clearly, I need to try harder with this "writing" thing.

The fact that that post failed so miserably is disheartening in a lot of ways - people used to say I was a good writer, and I thought I at least had potential. But the first time I actually try to "show, and not tell", the way Mrs.B always told us to in High School, it didn't work. At all. Am I only good enough to write the easy funny shit? Something to think about.