I am having yet another patch of bad blogging days. I do not wish to offer whiny excuses. At least, I would like to excuse myself but do not want to be whiny. Oh dear, I am whining already. I hate when I do that! Quick, throw in a monster picture to distract us from it.
“Just thought I’d come out and — what’s this? DAYLIGHT???”
There is my favorite guy, Nosferatu. I do not know if he is coming out into daylight in that shot or not. Additionally, I understand that in actual vampire folklore, vampires do not crumble to dust in daylight, but their powers are considerably weakened. The movies made up the dramatic daylight deaths, and I must say, some of them are very dramatic. If I ever finish any of my novels about vampires, I will probably keep the crumble to dust rule.
That’s what I needed! A large beer!
Having successfully backed into my Monstrous Monday Post, I add a photo emphasizing my Thank-God-I-made-it-through-Monday state of mind. It was not a heinous day, but it does not always take a heinous day to wear one out. Not whining about it, merely commenting on the fact.
The Bride and I have a lot in common.
When I get to this point in the post (that is, around the 200-word mark), I wonder if I should go back and take out the whiny introductory paragraph. After all, all the best writers edit their work. As a matter of fact, I have been editing as I go. You should have seen some of the whiny sentences I backspaced out! And I usually give it at least another reading before hitting publish. Editing out all my bad parts — not the badly written parts (what, me have badly written parts? Say it ain’t so!) but the parts where I admit bad things about myself– seems less than honest. This is, after all, a personal blog. This is me, as a person.
Sometimes I prefer the monsters.
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