embracing my inner blogness

so i try to think of things i should blog about because i am supposed to blog according to the powers that be–blogging is like this necessary evil in a writer's life. instead of blogging i have been writing scenes about handcuffs and dildos and those things are in the book i am writing.  maybe i can't think of stuff to blog because my brain is in overload mode and can only do stuff with my imaginary friends.  i should probably broaden my horizons or not put all my eggs in one basket or maybe i am one sandwich short at the picnic of life or not the sharpest tool in the shed.  there now i have found a subject that pertains to writing–avoid using cliches.  an editor will flay you alive for doing it despite the ease in making a point that it often supplies.  all it gets you is a tired and bored editor who scribbles in the margins of your manuscript about your lack of imagination.  there blog, blog, blog…