I mean, I *AM* fluffy in that I’m soft in my middle. And thighs. And upper arms. And jowls. And I suppose I carry my fluff well.
But I’m not good at being fluffy here. On this blog.
When you don’t write regularly, people leave. But sometimes there’s a life happening outside the confines of the computer screen that has to be lived in order for there to be anything to write about. And more often than not the life that’s being lived is messy and uncertain and complicated.
I think that’s where I am right now. Sort of.
I’m in kind of a weird headspace right now. And rather than write fluff posts to keep something going up here, I’ve written nothing because I don’t know how to write what I want to write. I don’t know how to say what I need to say. And I can’t. Not yet at least.
So please hang on just a bit. I’ll write when and what I can.
But if I can’t, don’t hold it against me.