I think I am blogging too much. I am in this cool A-Z Blogging Challenge all month with people who are struggling to come up with even ONE post a day. I can barely keep mine under 10+. I even jumped the gun two hours early to let go of my LETTER E post before it even was tomorrow, the day FOR the LETTER E post.
I have all these cool new followers, many who are published writers and I suspect they are looking at my drivel and saying to themselves that I am not worthy to be part of their club.
I feel like this magnificent cat, confined to a zoo exhibit, not able to do what he was meant to do - roam free and rule his jungle home. Like me, he is alone.
I am sure he wonder's where his family is while I remain an embarrassment to mine who don't even act like I exist and can't be bothered to see if I am still alive. This blog is the only really record that I do live. If I didn't have zoo visitors coming daily to see what this monkey in the cage is up to, I might just fade into the ether.
Now THAT is some powerful ENNUI.