Hi there! I really am an idiot. Only an idiot would try to write novels, screenplays and maintain five blogs.
Especially, someone as
gimpy technically-challenged stupid busy happy as I am. #iamfoolish
Now, for good or ill, these blogs are my platform, as I describe in my monthly column.
Anyway, I found out today that someone we knew had to have his leg amputated due to a freak accident. And I thought, my God! But I also thought, well, at least he doesn’t have to be tortured constantly. LOL!
Here’s the Facebook Page for the Sam McRae Mystery Series.
Then, my husband and I went for a walk. And he’s all worried about our annual doctor’s exams.
Like I could give a shit if I live or die at this point. I told him, don’t worry, be happy, I’m sure we’re fine.
He noticed I seemed to be doing my heel-to-toe walking on my gimpy foot better now. I still need to concentrate to do it, but I think he’s right.
Then, we came home and I wrote more words on my fourth novel. Hurray! And I have a writers group tonight. So I need to blog as fast as
my gimpy fingers will allow I can.
And, thank you to The Bloggess for responding to my DM request for a RT!
I should have realized that requesting your RT would be like … asking someone to do something for me just because they were famous. Ha ha ha …
We’re all human beings, right?
I think I’ve actually already blogged this.
Does anyone give a damn? #justsaying
Big news! My nephew has a blog now. Read it and
weep laugh or whatever.
PS: I found this
horrible weird appropriate scary article while doing some research for my novel. That is one sick cosmic joke.
So … let’s finish up with this
horribly appropriate quote from Nik Nak’s Old Peculiar:
“The higher Nilus swells, The more it promises; as it ebbs, the seedsman Upon the slime and ooze scatters his grain, And shortly comes the harvest.”
William Shakespeare’s Anthony and Cleopatra, Act II, Scene 7, Line 23
And the perfect video …
PPS: Before anyone leaves a comment, please read this post. And, please note, I’ve dropped the twine since then.
UPDATE: I was in such a damned hurry to finish,
because I type so fucking slow and dinner was almost ready that I forgot to mention that I told my husband I loved him so much while we were walking. Just like that.
And he also accidentally kicked the cat carrier over when he brought one of our cats back from the vet today. And the carrier tumbled down the driveway, which is really steeply sloped. And the poor kitty, who’s name is Marnie, was so scared, she peed in the carrier.
So … at dinner tonight, my husband wondered, at what point exactly do you suppose she actually peed in the carrier? And it made me think of a story my dead friend Bill used to tell me about a guy falling down some stairs at a party and everyone laughing at him until he gets to the bottom and it turns out that he’s dead. My friend Bill would say, “When did it stop being funny?”
Does anyone know?