With a Little Help from My Friends

My mojo read my post yesterday, and she sent me a really bitchy text message:

“Duh, there are lots of really great bloggers around you who might be willing to help you out a little bit until I feel like coming home.”

And, darn that hag, but she’s always right. She’s got the groove like that.

So I asked around a bit yesterday (do you guys realize just how freaking great Twitter is?), and it looks like some really great people are going to help me get through this, while keeping you all quite pleasantly entertained. Each of them is simply fabulous in his/her own way. And I am immeasurably honored and delighted that each of them said yes when I asked them if they’d guest post for me sometime in January.

So, as I bounce around trying to find my motivation, and hammer my way back to producing content I feel like showing you guys, there will be some amazing guest posts here, from those other bloggers.

If you’d like a sneak peek at who’s going to be popping in sometime during January, check the sidebar. I’ll be adding a list of them there as they sign on to guest post.

I’ll still be in and out, making sure you don’t forget all about me in the presence of real talent posting here and there throughout January. Because, let’s face it: Mojo or Nojo, I will have things I need to say.  (That whole “mouthy” thing.)

But they’ll be filling in the gaps I would have otherwise been leaving while mired in the Muck of Blah.

They’re giving to me (and you) of their minds and their time. That’s the most sincere gift you can give a person, quite frankly. I am thankful to them.

And I know you are all in for a treat. I hope you enjoy each post. I know I will.

But how the hell my mojo even got a cell phone is beyond me.

And it’s going to be bothering me for some time.

Mah Mojo, She A-Go-Go Away

It’s true. My mojo is what usually drives me to rant, joke, and jibber-jabber.

But she’s gone.

And I’m feeling like I’m just a shadow of my former self, right now.

My usual M.O. is that I have silly/sarcastic/bitchy/rantlike/dumb thoughts and reactions to things throughout the day, most days, and I share them with you in my posts.

But depression of a special kind has whisked my mojo away to a far-off land and is rubbing its feet and feeding it chocolates, and it does not want to return to me.

Yes, my mojo has taken a page from my book and has become a selfish, self-centered, gluttonous lazy douche.

*sniff*
I’m so proud of that freakin’ bitch.

So, lately, when I’m not crying The Ugly Cry or whipping out some classic Big Fat Ugly Lack of Grace I feel like I’m just “blahing” it through the day.

It’s not that I haven’t had things I wanted to write about, or good ideas for posts.  In fact, I have been having ideas off and on every day… moments where I think, “Ah, I should tell them about this….”

But I’m lacking that “oomph” I had before that actually started the engines.

I still have passing humorous thoughts, but they don’t linger, and when I think about creating a post surrounding one of them, my head starts feeling really heavy and my heart just sighs and doesn’t feel like it.

Clearly, my head and heart are yet another couple of lazy douches. This whole lazy douche thing is really contagious, yeh?

[Aside: Have you ever noticed how often I talk about being a lazy douche? And you thought trolls were good for nothing. Thanks, Dana, for the most fun running gag I've found since talking about my bewbs (aka The Rack). Seriously, trolls are funny.]

Anyway, I’m still here, still bitchyesque and rantalicious with a little happy sillification trying to make its way back in. And I’m sure it will, eventually. Just couldn’t go on living if that didn’t come back, really.

Most of the time my motivation control knob is turned up to a higher level. (In fact, it goes all the way to 11. Unlike most other knobs that only go to 10. When I need an extra push, I can go “one louder” than you losers with only 10….)

But right now, some asshole has me turned down to about 3.

Bear with me… it might take me some time to get back to “full volume.” But I promise I’m going to do my best to grab that knob and try to crank it.

Heh.