As you can probably tell already from tonight’s award-winning limerick, I don’t have much time this PM to let my fingers wander the keyboard like a toddler in a candy store. Because of an unusual Thursday night hockey, my evening goes dinner-time, toddler-time, bath-or-shower-time, bed-time, and then straight to game-time. In days long past, I might have come home late after skating and slumped in my desk chair while a stream of consciousness poured into a post, regardless of how long it took me to generate something worth publishing. But I’ve got rules these days, and an official bedtime, which means there will be no time for writing after the game either.
However, I am happy to report that my experimentation with more sleep and early rising seems to be paying dividends. So far, I have managed to get up around 6:30 every morning and pound out an hour’s worth of work on my fledgling novel. So, yay me! Still, I’m four days into it at this point. There’s still plenty of time to fall off the wagon and slip back into the old ways. I promise to keep you posted.
Time constraints aside, there are a few items that I feel absolutely must be related to my faithful readers today. Tonight’s post is, quite simply, full of stuff that will turn into a pumpkin promptly at 11:17. Yes, 11:17; my server’s clock is seventeen minutes fast and it still believes it’s daylight savings time for some reason.
Anyway, first, everyone single one of you needs to pat yourself on the back today. It’s January 6th, which means the 12th day of Christmas came and went yesterday. Most of us marked the occasion by going to work and complaining about how crappy the coffee is and how much nicer it was to be able to loaf around on the couch the week before, even if that did mean dealing with the mother-in-law*.
At any rate, we all mostly survived another holiday season. Congratulations. Now, let’s talk about this Groundhog Day business…I’m already kind of sick of the cold.
The vastly more important thing I wanted to relate tonight is this:
It Is Time For Another Ten-Word Tale.
You know the rules, right? The first ten words given to me from readers via comment to this post, facebook, twitter, or even e-mail will be used in a short work of fiction by yours truly, to be published here at a later date. The rule this time around on word choice is that it must be defined by dictionary.com.
At the moment, I’m toying with the idea of making the resulting tale exactly 1000 words long. We’ll see if that’s possible once words have been offered.
Alright, then, I’m due at the rink in mere moments; thus, here ends the jabber-jawin’ here.
Good luck coming up with a good word, wish me luck on the ice!
*For the record, my mother-in-law is good people, and I never fear having her around.