Genius Like Mine

I’ve given up on not being a self-obsessed bride. With T-minus 9 weeks and counting until the wedding, I am having a hard time not obsessing. Not over myself, but over the wedding, and usually on whatever is going to go wrong or whatever is driving me nuts about wedding planning and the wedding industry in general.

Example: a couple weeks ago, Mike and I went to Macys, Bed Bath & Beyond, and Home Depot to register for gifts. At the more wedding-oriented stores of Macys and BBB, we were helped by perky twenty-something wedding consultants who were also dangerously attractive. Not that I was worried about Mike noticing their good looks – it was more like I was struck with how beatific their faces were when they smiled and sweetly told me not to look at price tags when I scanned items to go on our registry. More...

I don't get nightmares often; when I do, they almost inevitably involve creepy-crawlies, like spiders and snakes. Although I've never been bitten by one, the black widow has long been a pet terror of mine. And only a few months ago, I woke up so convinced that there was an Anaconda under my pillow that I made Mike wake up and slide his hand around the sheets to make sure the bed was reptile-free before I would go back to sleep.

So me actually having a bad dream is pretty rare - rarer still is the instance where I have a bad dream that doesn't involve arachnids or slithering animals. But boy, did I get a doozie last night. More...

So I haven't written anything new in a while, mainly because I am having doubts about writing in general.

It's weird - it's like I woke up one day and thought, "I just don't know about this." Which is a weird thing to do, considering that writing for me is a hobby, not a form of income or a lifestyle choice. And then, after thinking about it, I realized that my writing freeze was a reaction to a bunch of stuff that had been going on. More...