Guilt

I shook off most of my Catholic upbringing a long time ago, but some things you just can’t leave behind.  Like the love of a great choir.  The amazing peace of Christmas Eve midnight mass.  And guilt.

So guilt is something that I carry along with me pretty much every day.  Cut off a driver of a H3 because I don’t want to be blind going over the bridge?  I’ll do it, but I’ll be guilty about it.  Eat a second piece of chocolate cake?  Mmmm, guilt never tasted so good.  Too busy to write something witty, so you just don’t  blog at all?  Yep.  Then I get those pointed comments in friends blogs, and a couple of emails and messages asking where pictures and tags are, and…. argh!  GUILT!
It hits the ridiculous point when I wake up at 5am determined to write something today, but don’t get through emails until 7:30 and realize that wittiness is just not going to happen today.  Sanity may not either.  But a whole lotta guilt will be coming down the emotional pipeline.

So I’m going to revisit something else from my Catholic youth.  Confession, mixed with a bit of 12 step.

“Hi, my name is Ember.  It’s been 11 days since my last blog.”

And I do have pictures from Denver to share as soon as they’re up.  And a meme tag to do (it’s coming Jenn! promise!).  And progress updates.  They’ll be up as soon as … well, soon.

Until then, go entertain yourself by reading a great book.  It’s a first book from the amazing Robin. L. Rotham.  I met Robin through Romance Divas, and then in person at last years RWA, and she’s an amazing person.  Who writes AMAZING stories.  Go read “Alien Overnight” – now.  But a warning… if you’re Catholic, you’re probably going to need to go to confession yourself after you do…. :satansmoking: