Do you keep an idea journal?
I have two. One is a pretty little journal someone gave me several years ago. Unfortunately, I misplace it constantly. So I’ve taken to using the notes section in my daily planner.
(Yes, I use an old-fashioned printed planner. Don’t judge.)
My problem with idea journals is that I rarely remember what I had in mind when I first wrote the ideas down. Which is what happened when I reviewed my entries recently, hoping for inspiration.
Instead, I’m offering my ideas to you. Maybe you can work them into something.
You’re welcome. Continue reading “My Idea Journal: the Foolish and Forgotten”
How do I get into these things?
Somehow, through no fault of my own, I wind up participating in some sort of friendly, “getting to know you” kind of game. And this is bad because I really stink at them.
It goes waaay back. Like in high school, when a friend would start with:
“Okay, so you’re on a desert island and you can only have two things–”
“Why two things? Who’s keeping me from having more things?”
“No one. It’s just you only have two things.”
“That’s dumb. Who goes to a desert island with only two things?”
“That’s all you have after your ship sank.”
“Wait, I was on a ship? Why did it sink? Are we at war?”
“Gah! Never mind!”
“WAS ANYONE ELSE ON THE SHIP? DID EVERYONE DIE?!”
Suffice it to say, I avoid those sorts of things. But the other day, Rhonda over at Pollyanna’s Path wrote of her Party Game, and me being the observant reader that I am, asked if she expected others to play.
And what with one thing leading to another… well… here’s me playing Polly’s Party Game. (Man. I really stepped into this one.) Continue reading “Polly’s Party Game: The Feeding on Folly Edition”
Note: Since I’m on vacation, I’m giving you a rerun. This first appeared on June 3, 2015, back when I was new to blogging and had about 10 followers. It relates a childhood memory of mine that involved murder and explosives, as all good memories do. Also, the post includes a recipe because when I first started blogging, that was supposed to be my schtick. Then I forgot my schtick.
That’s the trouble with schticks. They only work if you remember them.
Oh well. Enjoy.
Growing up in the 70s was great. I’m not even talking about the movies and music from that era, although we had some darn fine ones.
What I’m talking about is the total lack of parental involvement. Even if a parent stayed home, they pretty much left us to our own devices. It was great.
Brother and I had it even better, as both Older Sisters and Older Brother were out of the house.
We’re talking complete lack of supervision, baby! Frankly, it’s a wonder we didn’t burn the whole place down.
Though we came close. Continue reading “My Glorious Summer of ’76”
Dear Blogger Who Recently Followed Me,
Please accept my heartiest welcome to our Feeding on Folly neighborhood!
Take a seat anywhere you like… well, not there… that’s where Brian of Bonnywood always sits… no, not that one either, that’s Patricia’s spot. She needs the side table for her tea…
Oh, geez, just take the one next to the sofa, will ya?
Okay, feeling settled in now? Good.
You can’t imagine my surprise last Saturday morning when I learned you were following FoF. Not that it’s unusual having new followers, but normally there’s a process involved. Such as they read a few posts, like one or two of them, then decide to follow.
You, on the hand, first followed, then liked 17 posts in a row! My goodness!
What’s more, you’re obviously a speed reader, as all 17 of those likes were accomplished in only one minute. Most impressive!
But then I went to my stats page and saw this: Continue reading “In Which I Question the Motives of a Blogger Who Recently Followed Me and Politely Suggest He Stop Using Super Long Blog Post Titles”
So I’ve been doing some cleaning around the ol’ blog – not sure if you noticed? New theme, upgraded account, no ads (you’re welcome), clearing out some dead links. Just kind of sprucing things up a bit.
Not to brag – well, maybe I’m bragging a little – but I wasn’t at all worried about making these said changes. It’s not that I’m a computer whiz, exactly.
Oh heck, let’s be honest: I’m more whizzy than your average suburban housewife.
All this is to say that on my second day of working on the blog, the new theme and upgraded no-ad account in place, I started my first post of the new year and wound up with a problem I couldn’t fix.
And I wound up calling support. *sob*
Here’s what happened… Continue reading “IT Support: I Bow Before You”
State your name, please.
Hey, what’s with the light?
Just state your name, please.
Christi. What is this? An interrogation?
Yes. Yes it is.
Who are you?
I’m one of the WordPress BPs.
Blogger Police. We’re conducting our annual review of blogs to see which ones will be allowed to continue. Continue reading “The Blogger’s Annual Review”
The webinar was free, but I’m going to save you 1 1/2 hours of listening time by giving you his tips. I’m nice that way.
Also, I kind of figured there’d be a sales pitch at some point, and he didn’t disappoint. So I’m saving you from that as well.
You’re welcome. Continue reading “I Attended a Webinar on Writing for a Living – Here’s What I Learned”
Everyone, I’d like to introduce to you our neighbor, B.J.
Or, as Daughter likes to call him, Batman.
Here are a few things I know about Batman: Continue reading “Warning: What You Are About to Read Mentions Politics”
I was at your site a few days ago. Not sure if you saw me? I waved.
Someone left a link on Facebook saying they really like your writing, so I thought I’d check it out.
I started to read your post.
I think it was the one where you went to that place? And did that thing? And then something really funny happened?
Or maybe it wasn’t funny. Maybe it was profound and life-changing.
To be honest, I didn’t read the whole piece. It’s not that your writing was bad or anything. I mean, your first two sentences were killer good. Really.
It’s just that right after I read the second sentence, a popup box just, you know, popped up, asking me to subscribe to your site.
Here’s the thing: I’m only two flippin’ sentences in! How do I know if I want to subscribe to your site?! Continue reading “We Need to Talk. It’s About Your Popups.”