My blog and I seem to have a Buffy (the vampire slayer) and Spike (the evil bad, yet not so bad vampire) love affair.
There’s days when I can’t belive how awesome a post came out, how many views came my way, and how much in love I am with the whole process.
Then there’s the days I want to grab my blog right out my screen and choke the living daylights out of it before stomping on it five million times before tossing it to the goat. And then, maybe, just to be safe I want to take its shattered remains and burn them in a bonfire while doing some sort of voodoo dance to ensure it’s gone for good.
Pressing “Delete” just is not that therapeutic.
Love/hate relationships like this obviously need a lot of therapy.
I hate having to write, or more so I hate the days when I have NOTHING to write but I know I should WRITE SOMETHING. I hate the days when I think I have nailed it, and the public tells me otherwise. I despise the goals I think I have to meet.
But then again, I’d be lost without it all.
It’s my own special private little bad boy vampire without the sparkles. Because (I’m going to lose every single teen reader I might ever gain RIGHT HERE) vampires should NEVER SPARKLE.