That Moment...

TMW you find yourself getting depressed about how few people will ever read what you write and you realize that once you started your blog you began writing for an audience instead of yourself so of course you now want to expand your audience. And lost your confidence and your voice. Time to get back to basics. To writing for myself.

 

Let Kalle teach you.



Or 3 years later.

 

But if anyone wants to take a look, it's at goldenriverreflections.com . Sorry. I can't help myself.

 

If it's any consolation, I'm one of those few people. Keep those blog writings coming. What have you got to lose? Like Eddie Murphy said in Hollyman: There was a large wave that washed ashore countless starfish. A girl was picking them up and throwing them back to the water. When he asked her why she was doing that, since there were so many that no way she could rescue the majority of them, she answered "It makes a difference for those few that will survive." Or something like that. I don't remember the story word to word, but you get the point.

And, back to mine!

TMW you are thinking about connecting to zoom only to fake attendance and go for a walk... What's my age again?

 

That moment when you could have written another scene, but you decided not to because you don't want to leave your protagonist curled up the floor of a cave suffering the effects of a concussion overnight.

(Yes, this is the same protagonist who got stung by the giant bee. There's only two stories/chapters in what I've got planned where he doesn't get injured or sick in any significant way. Three if you count the one with the scarecrow monster, but he's still suffering psychological trauma from the one before, so I don't.)

 

Give him a break, man.

 

I've given him two.

It's the curse of the favourite character. The ones I like the most always end up with the worst things happening to them. At least this one is still alive at the very end...

 

TMW you finished your first draft of your very first novel

 

That moment when your niece tries to say your name but doesn't know how words work fully so she calls you Ca. She couldn't see me, so she turned around and went,"Ca???" Until I came over to her. She then patted me once on the face.

I've never felt more beautiful.

 

Y'know you can link to that in your signature line to your heart's content, right? My offsite blog is linked at the bottom of my sig.

 

I did not know that, as I do not know a lot. Thank you.

 

No worries.

 

I'm just glad you didn't show up in your black moderator hat, guns blazing

 

Mod hat ain't black.


It makes me feel fierce

 

TMW you friend a friend's friend on FB and the friend's friend turns out to be a massive T-waffle and now you have to explain to your friend why you need to ditch the friend's friend and you hope it doesn't cause your friend an inconvenience.

 

That's a lot of friends.

 

And yet I spend most of my day with a dog... which is not a complaint. I like doggos muchly.

 

TMW a word is on the tip of your tongue. HELP ME. What do you call a quote that sort of refers back to the first part of itself, often drawing a contrast. It has a specific name and I can't fucking figure it out.

 

Unfortunately, no. It is also NOT "recursive".

 

Yes, but there is a pretty word that describes exactly that type of quote or sentence.

 

Been there.
A friend set me up with her boyfriend's friend once. Her boyfriends friend's friend friend-requested me on facebook and then HIS friend friend requested me on facebook.

im no longer friends with my friend, or her boyfriend, OR her boyfriends friend. But her boyfriend's friend's friend has been my best guy friend for 10 years now and im still in touch with his friend too.