To blog or not to blog? That's not really the question. I'm not contemplating giving this whole thing up to take up chess with the locals or anything. No, my dilemma is with a slew of guest posts I'm supposed to be writing for my blog tour to promote my book, To Katie With Love. I wrote one, and let me tell you, it was brilliant. I miss it already (since it goes on someone else's blog during the month of May). But then I realized I still had two more to write, and zero ideas. Then I woke up this morning to find an email from my publisher giving me three more to write! That's five guest posts I need to write, ASAP.

Can you say panic? ​

It's not like like I can ​write about my mysterious garden gnome, or my IDP. The readers on those blogs would think I was crazy. And if I just randomly mentioned my ghost or my screwy wiring? They'd be totally lost and confused. No, I have to come up with something brilliant for people I've never met. Awesome.

Now, I'm sure these are spectacular blogs...they are hosting me, after all. And I'm fairly cool and spectacular in my own quirky way, right? But you...my devoted readers...are well aware of how I operate. I wait until the last minute, think of something golden and start writing. Then I post it as soon as I'm finished (without as much as a single edit) and either fall asleep or go about my day without thinking about the consequences. I've been banned from speaking of (insert real life spouse name here)​ so I've made up an imaginary dead president who hangs out with me, keeping me company with his ridiculous beard and really big...uh...hat. What the hell am I supposed to write about for people who don't understand the bizarre dynamics of my life?

Therein lies the problem.​

And it's not like I can say, "Hey, no thanks, I'll pass." I'm contractually obligated to play nice and blog! I guess that's what I'll be doing today. Writing a whole slew of guest posts, in my pajamas, pretending I'm chained to the chair until I get them done. ​Someone send chocolate...it's gonna be a long day.

Until the next time...I'll be thinking.​