I’ve discovered that writing this blog (and probably just writing in general) is kind of like riding a bike up a steep hill.  You have to come at it with momentum, otherwise you stall out and have to strain against the pedals just to move an inch. Or get off the bike altogether and walk it up to the top.  Right now I’m sitting on my Schwinn, eyeballing Kilimanjaro.

I have computer access in the form of our desktop during the day, but me finding the time to sit still in one remote corner of our house long enough to pound out some words is a dream of the pipe variety.  I have a girl on the MOVE, y’all, and she frankly does not care if Mama needs to get down a couple hundred OMGs for the Internets.  There is steel wool to be gnawed and markers to uncap!  Unfortunately, time at a desk and Master Ninja Disaster Prevention Swooping do not mix.

The other unpleasant side effect of being faced with the decision of Whether Or Not To Purchase A New Laptop With Money We Do Not Have is that it totally screws with my self esteem.  “Sure this has all been fun and good,” the Ugly Voice In My Head says, “but your blog is not worth buying a $1000 computer. It’s not even very interesting or good.  It’s not like it’s a legitimate job or anything. Get over yourself.  Also, those jeans make you look fat.”

Thanks a bunch UVIMH. I AM AWARE OF THE MUFFIN TOPS.  Asshole.

All this to say: if this is a site you have been enjoying, please don’t abandon the Yestertime ship.  We’re (L and I) working on a way to make this something I can do, something I can keep in my daily schedule.  All of it: the writing, the photos, the videos.  Because if I don’t do it, well then the Ugly Voice has won.  And that, my friends, would be a tragedy of Kilimanjaro-sized proportions.