Dear readers,

If I fail to write a PDXX Blog post every two weeks, I must be excused because:

• I have SAD.
• I have sadness.
• I don’t fucking feel like it.
• Any kind of deadline brings crushing anxiety. (Yes, I went to graduate school to be a writer. Don’t judge me like that. I can see your derisive snarl from here.)
• I’m destined for greater things and should be working on those very important things instead.
• The Republicans took the senate and concentrated denial requires all the mental and emotional energy I have right now.
• I don’t think I have my own personhood anymore.
• I’d rather be at karaoke.
• Wasn’t I writing a book? I shouldn’t work on anything else if I’m not working on that book.
• I procrastinated. I procrastinate. I’m still procrastinating.
• Sometimes at night I think about my family dying and then I get very frightened and cry a little. I can’t stop it.
• Only my friends read what I write, and they love me anyway.
• NaNoWriNothing
• #GamerGate
• Maybe I should up my meds?
• You didn’t notice that I didn’t submit a blog post. Nothing is missing in your life.
• I got E. coli. Not Ebola. E. coli.
• My intense love of writing died in young adulthood and I’ve been parading around its translucent corpse like an Olympic torch.

–L