Transparency?

So, I haven't written much lately.

Actually, I would be far more accurate to say I haven't blogged much lately. As for writing, I've done nothing BUT write for the last month. In four weeks' time I wrote 13 reading comprehension passages and 137 test questions based on those passages.

Quite frankly, I ran out of words.

And now I really, really want to write, but I'm debating what I want to write about. In short, here are the topics that I've been thinking about tackling.

The fact that my dad is bipolar.

The fact that I'm terrified that I'll become bipolar.

Whether or not it's appropriate to talk about my dad's issues because, well, it's kind of private. I'm reticent to discuss anything about my family because I come from a long line of sweep-it-under-the-ruggers. Once when I was a kid my dad was in the hospital with a heart condition and I told my best friend because I was scared. Then her caring mom called our house to see if we needed anything and I got SCREAMED at for telling my friend about my dad because IT'S FAMILY BUSINESS and not public. Just for the record, I still don't agree with that point. But on the other hand, I don't want to air dirty laundry without having good reason. So I'm on the fence.

Whether or not I want to write for a living, because my month of non-stop writing took a toll on me and my family. (Yes, I know that was bad grammar. But it took a toll on me before it affected my family. There was a definite cause-and-effect there.)

Whether or not I want to work at all, because Kevin keeps reminding me that I don't HAVE to work. But then he reminds me that we can't afford to pay for an exterminator service again, so then I feel like I DO have to work because I'm not a fan of ant infestations.

ADDED: The fact that my daughter said, "You're not the boss of me" at a birthday party yesterday. Actually, yes, I AM the boss of you. At least until you get a job and an apartment and pay your own car insurance.

And then I think maybe I should just write a happy, fluffy meme because meme's are easy and pointless.

So, my lurking friends, can you please comment and tell me what you'd like me to write about? And to the person in Bixby, Oklahoma, can you tell me who you are? I'm oh-so-curious who's reading this today.