So I’ve been toying with an idea lately.
Not like cat-and-mouse toying. I’m not torturing the idea. Nor do I plan to leave its little carcass in front of anyone’s bedroom door. The idea deserves to be treated better than that.
(PS – I’m very glad my cats play with fake dead mice. I would be really displeased to get up in the morning and walk out into the hallway to step on a non-fake dead mouse. Known in some elitist intellectual arenas as a “real” dead mouse. Stupid nomenclature snobs.)
Words and I are good friends.
I love words. Words are music. They are powerful, strong, beautiful and full of glorious potential.
I’ve been a writer…well, always probably.
I had my first piece published when I was thirteen.
I’ve never tried to be a writer, though.
I can’t really try to be a writer now either. At least, not a in a full-time, major committment way.
Because I have promised my family that I will do my best to make sure we never live under a bridge.
All the good bridges in town are probably already taken.
By people who thought they could be writers.
But back to me.
I have a long piece that is the first chunk of what could be a major piece. Based loosely, very loosely, on my blended family experience.
I can’t post it here.
I would break my blog.
I’m fond of my blog, I prefer it not be broken if I can help it.
But I thought that once a week I could post a piece of it.
If that doesn’t distract too much from the points and the evil cats and the laundry that’s growing consciousness.
But I’d like some feedback before I go running amok with the fiction posting.
Cause I’m not a bait and switch sort of gal.
Not that that means I can’t change my mind or broaden my horizons.
But baiting and switching is unkind and people report you to the Better Business Bureau and I have enough grief from nasty agencies, let me tell YOU. Breathing down your neck, yelling at you for repeatedly violating the service window and not having proper licenses and getting Schnauzers and sheep mixed up and whatEVER! Stupid, elitist consumer protection agencies.
And, since I just happened to notice that my blog has a poll feature, and I love playing with new features (even though it’s not actually new, I just now noticed it don’t quibble, people!), I figured I’d go ahead and take a poll.
So without further ado:
See how attentive I am to your needs? Here, let me freshen that iced-tea for you.
Also, the home appraisal is scheduled for Wednesday. Which means this afternoon there will madness the likes of which IPoMP has never seen. Stay tuned for the full psychotic run-down on Thursday.