Excuse me, I have just blogged.
I hate the word BLOG. It sounds something like between a poo and a vomit. Hence, my asking to be excused. Nevertheless, it seemed that in the tedious process, as a writer, of Getting My Name Out There, it would be necessary to smear these things onto the Net. Like mooning. Letting it all hang out. Exposure.
Posting a Blog sounds like pooing in somebody’s letterbox. Or pooping, as the Americans say.
Posting on its own is much better. Reaching out; communicating…
The only thing I could think of to post might be little snippets of my, to me at any rate, interesting life which was driven by the need to write. A compulsion, a necessity even, to tell stories. So I began my blog in April 2012 and this was it.
Was. Yes, I’m afraid so.
Not that nothing exciting is happening in my life; my doe rabbit had three babies, my cabbage seedlings were successfully transplanted, there is a promising buyer for one of my properties that might get me out of the financial poo/poop. Exciting, no?
Of course the most exciting event of the century is this devastating virus, and I could write about our heroic medical folk who aren’t heroic just yet as the poo has not yet hit the fan in this vicinity, or the infuriating disregard for safety our village youngsters display when still roaming the streets because their schools are still closed. Under lockdown, I’m hearing the news on the TV that everyone else is. There is nothing I can add to the millions of opinions, news, fake news or tweets being trumpeted over the ether.
So, I’m into my seventh novel, in between moving on to greener pastures, er, cabbages.
Farewell, all ye. Stay safe. A very heartfelt thank you to those of you who have followed my posts and especially those who have left comments. Bless you all.