Coming soon: The OckleShow Season 2

You hate me, don’t you. Don’t try to deny it. I had one of those weekends where everyone’s all up in my grill about how I’m the worst blogger ever (okay, but that’s what they meant), because I tease and tease with promises of more posts and they never come.

Well. I admit it. I’m bad, and I don’t even know the cause of my apathy. It’s like once upon a time, my blog and I were well, maybe not friends, but at least, like casual acquaintances, but now he/she is a looming, judgy stranger.

Or an estranged ex-boyfriend. I know he/the blog exists out there somewhere in the ether and 99.9% of the time, I could care less. Then one day, someone mentions him/it to me in some purposefully offhand way, and them I’m like, “Oh, wonder what happened to him/it?” and also, “Wait a second, is that residual guilt I detect in my cold black heart?” and then I spend the rest of the day stressing about how huge of a hosebeast I was for dumping him/it even though it a lifetime/week ago and he’s already married with like 20 million bambinos.

Anyway, my point is: what I need is motivation. Or reinvention. Maybe if my blog had a babies, then I’d have reason to take interest in it again (or at least engage in some third-degree Facebook stalking). Or, I don’t know, maybe if you guys paid me per word? Just a few cents/pence for my efforts? Yeah, okay, okay. Just throwing out ideas here. Settle down. No but seriously, let me know if you need to know where to send the check.

The thing is, I know I owe you. Big time. How are you supposed to procrastinate at work without some semi-regular postings on the O’Show? Fear not: I would never deign to assume that I take precedence over Perez or anything mad like that, but if the publishers are even to come calling, I’d best get cracking again.

At a week shy of my first year here, it is becoming increasingly clear…

Now is the time.

Give me a few days to sort myself out, then look forward to the new and improved OckleShow Season 2.