WHAT I LIKE TO DO

Well, heaven ka-bobby. Heck. Horacious happles.

Here I am again, making this the third post in two weeks! Bringing the total number of posts for this year to 4, only 15 less than last year's.

Last year wasn't a very good year for writing. Last year was only a good year for thinking, apparently.

Not very fun thinking.

There has been a good amount of un-fun thinking this year, too, especially in the last few days (see the recent depressing poems, written under the influence of a cupcake and grilled cheese sandwich), but tonight I read some comforting stuff which stressed the importance of "doing what you like to do," and since riding a hairless camel through the galaxy of Planet Bimbob is out of the question I will just stick to the more mundane things like making beef stew and cookies and writing somewhat goofy late-night posts in my beloved little Bloggy Baby.

I'm partly cheered because I THINK, I HOPE, I might have found a job I'd like, and that's all I'm going to say about that; if it happens it will be a step in the right direction, and everyone knows I need this kind of step badly. Creative project-wise, one of my mobiles is in City Hall for the year (yay, Plumaverde! You did it!), and I, as of tonight, am going to bust out Ouch Story #1 once and goddamn for all (it's very appropriate to swear when talking about children's books) because it's quicker to illustrate than the other one, the one about my lost teddy bear, and I figure the royalties will come rolling in faster.

No hubris there--just "holding onto my dreams," which some people call delusion.

Excuse me, where is de lusion? Is it on your foot? Yes, and I tink de lusion is ready to burst.

De lusion is full of watery puss! Do not prick it wit de fork!

Ok, I've said my piece and am going to bed. In the morning I'll do an illustration for this post, because...gosh! That's what I like to do.