Is it wrong that every time my husband asks if I'm writing or blogging that I get embarrassed? I'm embarrassed by the fact that I have been writing on every scrap of paper and in the back of every school notebook since I was about 12 years old and I still haven't produced a single thing that is a.) finished or b.) publishable.

Is it wrong that I have yet to make it through the most recent J.K. Rowling documentary (where they followed her around for a year while she was finishing Book 7) because I know that I can write just as well as she can and probably better--but I can't complete anything?

These are things that I rarely voice, but as no one reads this anyway, I've decided I can start using it as a diary of sorts.

Bad mood. Probably the result of too many veggies and not enough brownie. :-)