Ooh, look, one week of NaBloPoMo down, successfully. Excellent.
My blogroll has died and turned to compost and I shall have to create a whole new one from scratch and the very thought makes me want to slam the lap-top shut and hide in the bedroom with all seven Harry Potters a large mug of rum-adulterated cocoa. For a week.
When I asked what I should burble about next, Sol lavishly buttered me from head to foot, but firstly, and firmly, she said: ‘I’d like to read some fiction.’ [Good Lord. Fiction is hard, Barbie - Ed.]. And when I’d finished screaming in terror and running around in small circles [pathetic] I realised I do have an idea that might work bloggily. Might. I’m not sanguine. But I have a story brewing that is loosely episodic, and utterly lacking in story-arc, and I wanted to write brief episodes as they occured to me and see if any kind of proper plot actually developed or if the whole thing turned into a soap-opera, flailing relentlessly along with no resolution ever at all [or, indeed, as is considerably more probable, vanished into the Great Black Hole of Writer's Block]. Well. It’ll keep me busy, anyway. [Or not].
(It’s at times like this that the full-time job (with sodding commute of over-an-hour-each-way soddingness) loses its sparkling appeal. Funnily enough, the employers are not keen on the minions taking four-hour lunch-breaks dedicated to the finer points of internet literature and ranting).
Speaking of ranting, only SG V commented on the last post (Hi, SG! Hug!). Is that because no one read it or because those that did read it then backed away muttering ‘oo-er…’?
Oh, and spam! I am being spammed most egregiously. I am both amused and irritated by all this clever spam that reads very nearly like a slightly illiterate human being, and then you spot the web address is ‘live-sex-chat’ or ‘designer-handbags’. And one – the cheek of it! – actually said: ‘Good post, but you need to work on your spelling and punctuation, it lets you down’. To me! Of all people! Me! The Über-Speller! Punctuator of Accuracy! How’s that for failing its Turing test?