Could I be old?

Before anybody starts complaining, I have a whole list of excuses for waiting nearly 5 months to post anything. Most of them are bullshit, but I guess making an international move and not having a reliable internet connection for 4 of those months seem borderline reasonable. I haven't even been writing any flash fiction and honestly, it's making me nervous. I mean, how can you see yourself as a writer if you don't ever write? I can say that I don't have the time, but really, that's a bunch of crap. You make time for what's important, right? So, instead of actually sitting down to write like a good little girl, I've spent the last couple of weeks on www.funtrivia.com dicking around. Now there's a new worldwide trivia contest and I'm totally addicted. I'm even playing in hardcore mode, which sounds kinky in a nerd sort of way. I've also discovered John Mayer's blog (which, of course, has absolutely nothing to do with kinky hardcore nerdiness) and was led to buy his new album on iTunes which I also recently discovered (because I live under a rock.) I'm pretty sure I love the new album, Continuum. He's payed homage to so many artists, that I find myself listening, thinking shit, this reminds me of someone, some song, but I can never place anything. Listening to the album inspired me to cruise on over to Music Match and actually pay money for a subscription so I could listen to all those ancient musicians I love and haven't payed attention to in so long. I spent a lovely evening ironing and singing along to Janis Joplin, although I think my voice may have given my girls nightmares (which are nothing compared to the ones they had after I danced to Hips Don't Lie by Shakira.) The next morning, I tortured my daughters with a discourse on why In Memory of Elizabeth Reed by the Allman Brothers just might very well be the greatest jam out concert song of all time. My oldest, all of 5, stared at me like I was insane, and asked to hear Maroon 5 (This Love in particular.)

By the way, I'm doing NaNo WriMo this year, so don't talk to me next month!