the purple penis on my pencil

I know, I know. I never update anymore. I have several (unfinished) blog entries waiting to go, but I have no idea when, or if, they'll be posted. It's not my fault. There's an invasion at my house.

Yes, that's right. There's a purple penis on my pencil.



Granted, I'm not much of a pencil person. I hate writing with something that's not permanent. There's something sexy about ink (yes, I was thinking of Angelina's tattoos when I wrote that). But the other day, this pencil caught my eye. Maybe it's been there in my peripheral vision for a while- distracting me, keeping me from concentrating on my stories, stealing ideas from my WIPs. I'm telling you, that has to be why my productivity has been so slow lately.

It's distracting me and it won't stop! I don't even know how long it's been there, which worries me. I'm not the only person who uses this desk and no one in this house has a reason to want a penis on their pencil. If anything, I'm the only person who might find that kind of thing appealing. Plus, it has a blue penis friend. If one has no reason to be here, why is there another?! See, why I can't write? Things like this are bothering me. I can't be expected to write scintillating prose with these kinds of unsolved mysteries existing, can I?

In other news, I added a link to my cafepress store and my "good reads" link list (two shots of sweetness) waaaaay down the side of the blog. I should probably move that list up, but anyway...visit the links there until I start posting more often. Or until I get rid of the penis. Getting rid of a penis never sounds like a good idea, but if it's coming between me and my writing...