Okay, so I didn't blog throughout all of August. I guess I kinda needed a break from it. For those not in the know, job-hunting still at a dead-end, novel finished and in its second working draft, prezzy race still too close to call (unfortunately), and I'm not starting grad school this fall. Actually, now that I think about it, it wasn't so much I needed a break from blogging. After reading back over that list, I realize I haven't written anything in over a month because I didn't have anything new to say--I'm still jobless, out of school, and worried about the future of our nation. See, nothing new.
On that note, I should like to say that maybe things will change over the next few weeks. I would say more, but that information is classified . . . for now. However, I can say that I am rather happy with my novel and the two people who I have had immediate feedback from seem to be enjoying it so far (we're only halfway through the first reading). Unfortunately, I haven't any new poetry, not that that was ever a main staple of my blog. I know I've said it before, but I really mean it this time (yeah, right), I will update my blog more often so you won't have to see the same old, dusty and cobwebby post day after day after day after day after day.
So I leave you now with a joke from my childhood (remember, I had a pretty unique childhood). What's small, purple, and dangerous? A grape with a machine gun! (What did you think it was, you sick, deranged perverts? Sheesh, get your minds out of the gutters for once.)
On that note, I should like to say that maybe things will change over the next few weeks. I would say more, but that information is classified . . . for now. However, I can say that I am rather happy with my novel and the two people who I have had immediate feedback from seem to be enjoying it so far (we're only halfway through the first reading). Unfortunately, I haven't any new poetry, not that that was ever a main staple of my blog. I know I've said it before, but I really mean it this time (yeah, right), I will update my blog more often so you won't have to see the same old, dusty and cobwebby post day after day after day after day after day.
So I leave you now with a joke from my childhood (remember, I had a pretty unique childhood). What's small, purple, and dangerous? A grape with a machine gun! (What did you think it was, you sick, deranged perverts? Sheesh, get your minds out of the gutters for once.)
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