And The World Is Rectangular

So anyway, I was relaxing this past weekend, 'cause you know, like, I was taking vacation from reality. The sun was shining, it was drier than a dry martini and it was a good day for doing nothing. In fact, the weekend was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo good for doing nuthin', that save for a continuation of THE UNKNOWN NOVELLA info dump at I Are Writer!, nuttin' is what I did.

And you darn well tootin' know that when I's has dun nuttin' in da way of bloggin', that we slipped on a banana peel to get jiggy wit it, but not fiddy cent. Ya's, I's knows, gettin' jiggy wit it is so 90's, but hey, what you see is often what you get: bad free form fiction.

All joking and seriously bad writing aside, I really did take a vacation this past weekend, as I had 3 1/2 days off from work. And my family really did give me peace and quiet for that weekend (a rarity as of late), and I actually made an honest attempt at reading a book of fiction (Dodgers by Bill Beverly) this weekend too.

But, to sound like a broken c.d. that skips repeatedly, I could not think of singular nifty topic to write about. At least, one that people would understand.

Seriously. Not. One. Singular. Nifty. Topic.

But, all hope is not lost, nor strictly abandoned.

To whit, younger child:

Is going to Lake Placid (yes, that Lake Placid, not this Lake Placid) this week to do some figure skating testing, and if you've ever watched even a smidgen of figure skating in the past 25 years, then you'll have a basic understanding of what I'm talking about. So the house will be sans younger child, and pretty much older child, who has turn the house into a basic pit stop for sleeping. And for those of you have childrens above the age of 15, you know what a blessing this will be.

And on another side note, I should in the next couple of weeks, have the cover for my short story anthology. The designer did a really fantastic job and I'm now toying with the idea of her redoing the cover to A Taste Of Pain.

So as you can see, this post wasn't a Little Joe (no, not the good blogger from the U.K., but if you click on the link, you'll know what I mean), but just the same, it took a lot of brain cells to get the job done.

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