A blog about not blogging.

The last time I missed a week and got the dates of this blog out of kilter, I wrote a poem. (See "A Poem." 8 August)

And now the same situation is sticking to my mind worse than peanut butter to the roof of my mouth. (Sorry to all the Arachibutyrophobes reading this.)

So what are the reasons for this untimely upset? 

Well, being in Tonga two weeks ago gave me so many wonderful experiences I don't know where to start writing about them. Hopefully the memories won't go away as quickly as my mojito/mosquito bites did.

Then the whole thing was overshadowed by having to go to Sydney to be in a reality T.V show, which, alongside giving me great exposure and almost a fantastic public humiliation; sucked the wit out of me through a curly straw. I now feel as funny as a salt shaker.

Boring as a bath mat

A frozen yoghurt is 10 times more entertaining than me, even before the topping.

All the one liners I used to say have now become 'one lamers.' You know that dissappointed feeling you get when you order sticky date pudding and it's really dry and the icecream/cream to pudding ratio is all out of balance?
 That is how I feel about not having written this blog to a proper time frame for the last three weeks.

A large quantity of women stress about stressing. 

That's what this is about.A blog about not blogging.
Since this 15 seconds of fame, I have got about 20 more followers on twitter (fist pump for the epic win), so life has had to be summed up in 140 characters or less.  When creativity has been low; 'retweet' has been the way to go.

I have been staring blankly mid-conversation; knowing that there is something mildly humorous or ironic I could say, but my brain was barren and the tip of my tongue was as sharp as a basketball hoop.

"Sharp as a basketball hoop?" Oh, Joana, you really have lost it.

Which is why I have been keeping away from my keyboard.

I have thought about writing something profound, about the lessons I learnt and the journey through the rehearsal period of the show, how this really has shown me what area I want to work in etc, and how lucky I was to be working with such a creative, funny and inspirational person. But then I remembered that I am no-longer on the show, do not need a backstory, and already had one moulten 'meltdown' of mixed emotions more than is necessary for a maiden like myself. Fortunately it happened off camera.

"The talent show took my mojo."

I can see it in headlines now.

What am I saying?

At this rate, with the amount I have been 'not blogging' the chances of my writing going further than a tweet or #extralonghashtagbecausesayingthingsinahashtagmakesthemsassier

are diminishing.

Really, the only way I can stop blogging about not blogging is to stop.

Full stop.

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Jj