Hello Bloggy!
I’ve missed you so much! I’ve been so busy what with this crazy 2020 we’re all having, the three kids at my feet, and the release of my new series, Mermaids and Merliens!
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Hello Bloggy!
I’ve missed you so much! I’ve been so busy what with this crazy 2020 we’re all having, the three kids at my feet, and the release of my new series, Mermaids and Merliens!
Hello World,
How are you? I hear you’re having some difficulties as of late. As much as I would love to be of service, I’m just as sequestered as you. Perhaps more than some, perhaps less than others.
It’s been a confusing time, as of late. We’re facing an unprecedented moment in history and though I’m certainly no authority, I feel like I am somewhat of an expert on the matter at hand.
How’s that title for your SEO?
It will do no good whatsoever. SEO (pronounced sea-oh!) is supposed to have buzz feed words like “buzz” and “feed.”
Happy New Year!
If you’re here on the east coast of these United States, this bloggy is posting smack dab at the stroke of midnight at the start of a new decade. There’s a 96 percent chance I’m sleeping through the festivities.
It has ended. Blood has been spilled. Promises fulfilled. Final word count: 50,632
For once, I don’t know how to start one of these things. Phew! Glad that’s over.
On the first day of Hamlet, my Willy gave to me, a prologue to a tragedy.
That doesn’t beat well. I may not do it again.
I wrote 4,000 words today.
Well, not today today. I mean, yeah it’s present day today here where I live and breathe, but when I post this bloggy, today will be two whole days ago. So my 4k extravaganza is old news.
What have you done for me lately, word count?
The fact that 25 years can pass you by in a blink is exhausting to try and wrap your head around. But looking back to a precise moment a quarter century ago with total clarity— to know exactly who you were then without a shadow of a doubt — is about as mesmerizing and humbling as a nostalgia bomb gets.
Hey, how’s it goin’?
Me? I’m entrenched in words and lovin’ it! This whole NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) thing is going pretty well.
I read a book a couple weeks ago. I know, right? How stoked am I to be reading books?! This book had a title and the title was … hold on, I want to get this right.
What’s the worst thing that could happen to a bloggy? It gets run over by an 18-wheeler only to wake up from a coma 10 months later, in traction, every bone in its bloggy broken, and come to find out, the whole world is now made of tapioca pudding.
You can buy the Kindle version of I Am Marcus Fox today and tomorrow for 99 cents. That’s like, less than a cup of coffee for Sally Struthers. How much does a cup of coffee cost? Like $76, right?
Even though I had a front row seat to the smoke, I was probably affected no more or no less than every other American, ally, and free-loving citizen. My eyes well up just as yours do. We are all in this ghastly, heart wrenching memory together.
What’s the point in reading if you aren’t enjoying it? And how can you enjoy a story if you aren’t understanding it? This isn’t a trick question. Fictions — well-written fictions, anyway — are created with the intention of pleasing the reader with an interesting tale. If you are struggling to grasp what is being conveyed on the page, then maybe you’re just not into the work. It’s OK, you can move on.
Well, I’ve done it. I’ve been bouncing back and forth and around the horn and through again between and upside out with these templates.
I’m not blogging this week. Why? Because I’m on a bloggy break. This one doesn’t count. There’s nothing to see here. Just a placeholder for the week of July eh, what’s today’s date? 24th? I don’t think it’s the 24th yet.
Until today, I never once wondered what the E stood for in Alfred E. Neuman. Upon learning the news that, after 67 years, Mad Magazine is cutting its production to “year-end specials” for an undetermined time, I cranked up the creaky Google machine to learn (quite to my satisfaction) that the eponymous E, believe it or not, stands for “enigma.”
If my calculations are correct, it’s just about 7:30 p.m. EST on this current year’s 4th of America. That means it’s still light outside because, you know, farmers require their ever-lovin’ sunshine to sow their night crops of barley, hay, and thyme. Or something. I forget how most things, including Daylight Savings Time and a well-balanced mentality, work.