“Start a blog,” they urged. 

“It’s easy!!!” they promised. 

“They” is y’all, and y’all are crazy. 

It is neither easy nor fun. 

And you better get to clickin’ when I share it so I can recoup my $300. 

Yes, I’m serious. 

I’m a writer, not a web designer, but to have a blog you have to be both, plus a photographer, a marketing executive, & a minor in computer programming is advised. 

So I’m irritated & frustrated & I start to cry because I’ve accomplished not one thing I’ve set out to do today, & I can’t concentrate on my book that I should have had the review turned in for at the absolute LATEST last Sunday, so I decide to decorate the tree we purchased Monday as the county turned into an inferno. It’s stood naked in the corner all week. 

Christmas lights. The absolute WORST idea when you’re already mad. 

So then I’m that much more upset because how ridiculous am I that I’m aggravated about untangling Christmas lights & setting up my blog when people in this county have NOTHING FROM THEIR FORMER LIFE. In some cases, no life at all. 

So then I’m crying so hard I can’t breathe, so I did what I do. 

I picked up my phone, not my laptop, & blurted out my crazy to my Facebook FRIENDS, but I’m tempted to make it public so they know I’m not a saint. I’m just another overwhelmed Volunteer State hillbilly.