I've never blogged before. I have visited other blogs. It seems like a lot of work, and I have a constitutional aversion to anything that requires a real effort. I fight back against the dust bunny attack because, twice a year, the in-laws invade. Even if they don't comment, I feel judged.
Wow. The pressure to write something pithy and funny is crushing me. It's amazing that the harder you try, the harder it seems. Writing is like that--when you love your story it's so easy to capture it. Sometimes you don't know what's going to happen but then your characters take over and tell you no, she's not going to confess when his parents pop in for a surprise visit. She's going to tell them that he hired her to have his baby. In hindsight, it's all perfectly obvious. Just like the time she showed his coworkers a blurry sonogram photo of her cystic ovary and said it was their prenatal twins.
So what happens next? Don't expect funny-all-the-time. I can't handle that much stress. Like my family, you should come to expect the odd, random comment and erratic messages.