Thank goodness they didn't use nails, because I'd hate to have to use this method to make sure everything was good and tight.

I know you’re probably running out of things to do while you’ve been waiting for me to get back in the swing of things around here.

Did you miss me?

I missed you.

Seeing my family and friends back East was great. Hugging them was even better.

But being back there felt strange. I was visiting a place that I used to call “home” for most of my life, which is a looooong time.

Speaking of long time, I got a special notice from the WordPress Overlords telling me that I’m a  4-year-old blogger.

Holy Cow! That’s 28 dog years and at least 40 blog years, right?

Marge, you said Lorna's Voice was a good blog to follow. You know I'm new to computers and this blogging stuff. And look what this Lorna fellow has me doing. I've got to go to this other place to read about something I thought I came here to read about. This is more confusing that picking a Medicare supplement plan. I think I'm going to stick with Facebook.

They’ve got this new fangled way of writing posts now. Supposed to be easier, but I just don’t see it. Beep, beep, boop, my sagging fanny! Are they trying to force us oldersters out?

Should I be thinking of blogtirement?

Where did the time go?

This is me when I started…

Yes, I was four years old in this photo and quite clueless--as clueless as when I began blogging.

Yes, I was four years old in this photo and blissfully clueless–as clueless as when I began optimistically blogging to make this book and me famous.

This is me now, a mere four years later…

Disheveled but remaining optimistic. I'm also buckled in because I'm wiser and know the ride is rougher than I ever imagined. But am I going to let that stop me? Naw!

Not famous, disheveled but remaining optimistic. I’m also buckled in because I’m wiser about book writing and publishing because I know the ride is rougher than I ever imagined back in the day. But am I going to let that stop me? Naw! Well…

What have I learned?

1. Blogging ages you, like, A LOT.

2. My first post got Freshly Pressed and I haven’t been Freshly Pressed since, so (like life) blogging is full of surprises and sets you up for disappointment in the fame department.

3. Blogging ages you, like, A LOT.

Aw, heck. Since I keep meeting so many great people in this bloggity blog blog world, I’ll hang in for a few more years.

Until I morph into this…

Of course this is unrealistic. My hair will never be this thick and long.

Of course this is unrealistic. My hair will never be this thick and long. I’d say 2 more blog years, tops.

Until then, I’m up for another submission for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers.

I’m bound and determined not to let anyone die in this story.

I hope I left my macabre muse back in NYC where s/he will blend in just fine.

If you can't read the fine print, it says: 73% of people killed in Manhattan crashes were pedestrians.

If you can’t read the fine print, it says: 73% of people killed in Manhattan crashes were pedestrians. Nice uplifting poster, huh? I was walking by it when I saw it…

This week’s photograph is courtesy of Marie Gail Stratford.

silo-has-come

The genre this week is realistic fiction. I can do this and not kill anyone. I know I can…

Holy Cow

Sneaking under the barbed wire fence was only the beginning of her adventure. He dared her to touch the side of the silo and return.

As she turned to run back, a herd of curious cows appeared.

She stopped.

They stopped.

She moved.

They moved.

She sprinted.

One cow—one hostile and swift bovine—charged her.

She heard dull thundering hooves catching up to her.

Reaching the fence, she dove to safety between the wires he held open.

“Holy cow!” she said, inspecting her cuts.

“Nasty freaks! Probably those power lines affected their brains,” he said with a grin.

(99 words)

Lest you think this is unrealistic, I grew up across from a dairy farm and did my fair share of roaming in the cow pasture. I got chased enough times by one particular ornery cow (not a bull–I know the difference) that I gave up my cow pasture adventures. Climbing through barbed wire fences is not easy or comfortable–especially when you’re in a hurry!

As for the effect of high power lines on our bodies and states of mind, well, there’s evidence.

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Until next week…

I really need to do something about my writer's block, so I'm going to try out this new gizmo I saw in the  Delta Sky Magazine. It looks very effective, don't you think?

I really need to do something about my writer’s block, so I’m going to try this new gizmo I saw in the Delta Sky Magazine. It looks very effective, don’t you think?