I was in the middle of writing an entry. It was a really good one, too. None of that mommyblogging nonsense I usually draft. It had explosions! And destruction! And witty dialogue! It was going to be awesome.
Except Abby had other plans.
I could envision the entry’s direction so clear and vivid, it was just waiting to role from my fingertips. Fire! Mayhem! Action! Guns! There were guns. Big manly guns. One exciting sequence after another.
But Abby wouldn’t stop pushing my keyboard away. It’s hard to write when one’s keyboard keeps moving.
I was determined to persevere, though. This entry was so awesome, it deserved to be told. In the midst of all the nonstop action, it was also a love story. The most romantic, incredible love story ever written. White horse and everything, straight out of a Taylor Swift video. Boy meets girl…
As Abby kept grabbing at my hand, prying my fingers backward in mid-sentence. And pounding keys. And banging on the table with the mouse, right click here, highlight there. A touch distracting, yes.
Still, I continued on, even though the scene was growing ever more distant. What was I saying? About explosions? And a love story? Now I remember…
That’s when Abby became more than indignant, screaming so hard she gave herself the hiccups. I guess she had enough of trying to be subtle, attention now damn it. And I lost all train of thought.
Fine, I didn’t want to write that entry anyway. We’ll just stick with what I know best. Believe me, though, it would have been AWESOME.