Finally.
Up to now I've been lurking in the shadows, hoping for a flash of inspiration; waiting desperately for the day I'd have something really witty to say for the first post on my blog. I've now realized that day will never come. I'm probably not half as witty as I thought.
You might wonder when I came to this conclusion.
Last night.
And no, I wasn't lying in my bed, having happy thoughts about writing. I was actually cleaning the floors of our house from our dog's puke. Though that wasn't the most pleasant experience, it gave me some insight into myself that only a thorough house-cleaning at 2 am can evoke.
After I'd managed to rid the house of the stench and stopped retching, I realized that, wittiness-be-damned, I'd write my first post the next day.
And here I am.
4 comments:
Speaking if witty posts, I had something all witty to comment it, really it did, but then the afternoon hit me and splat all gone. I don’t envy you cleaning up dog puke in the wee hours of the morning, but it did inspire you to start your blog.
And what a beautiful blog it is!
Hi Suzanne!
Welcome to the blogosphere, great to have you with us!
Awesome first post, pretty funny, although, I am sorry about the dog puke, ewww! Maybe for your next blog post you could write about what made you decide to become a writer or you could write about what your novel is about! I love hearing more about other writers lives! :)
Can't wait for your next post!
~Ella
Committed to writing your first post even after dealing with doggie puke? There should be some sort of reward for that ;o)
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