All Apologies
Dear Readers,
I wanted to let you know that I'm going to be putting down my virtual blog pen for a couple of weeks. I need to attend to... well, life, the universe, and everything.
This is difficult for me. I'm a Leo; we're not good with discipline. If I'd won the 6/49 last Wednesday I'd be spending all my time hanging out in karaoke bars and writing stories... but I didn't.
I promise not to be gone for long. Two weeks, maybe three. But then the itch to finish all the stories I have in draft will be too great to resist. And maybe I'll be able to tell you about what it is I'm plotting, but I can't tell anyone right now because I don't want to jinx it.
In the meantime, if you're new to Postmodernes Sprachspielen, and wondering who is this Jack guy, is The Banknote a real place, what happened to The Viking, and what does Postmodern Sass do when she's not singing karaoke or writing stories, you can sing along with my blogiversary posts: Greatest Hits Volume I, Volume II, and Volume III.
And, if you like my stories you might also enjoy some of my carnie friends under the big tent at the Carnival of the Mundane.
I shall return. I promise.
Yours truly and fictionally,
Postmodern Sass
OK, so I wrote a few posts in those three weeks, prompting Tracy to quip, "How's that blog sabbatical working out for you?" They were very short, though; I wouldn't even call them stories. I went to a hockey game. I marked exams. Passover passed. And then Jack called, and I told him what it was that I'd been plotting. Gentle Reader, click here and I will tell you all about it...
I wanted to let you know that I'm going to be putting down my virtual blog pen for a couple of weeks. I need to attend to... well, life, the universe, and everything.
This is difficult for me. I'm a Leo; we're not good with discipline. If I'd won the 6/49 last Wednesday I'd be spending all my time hanging out in karaoke bars and writing stories... but I didn't.
I promise not to be gone for long. Two weeks, maybe three. But then the itch to finish all the stories I have in draft will be too great to resist. And maybe I'll be able to tell you about what it is I'm plotting, but I can't tell anyone right now because I don't want to jinx it.
In the meantime, if you're new to Postmodernes Sprachspielen, and wondering who is this Jack guy, is The Banknote a real place, what happened to The Viking, and what does Postmodern Sass do when she's not singing karaoke or writing stories, you can sing along with my blogiversary posts: Greatest Hits Volume I, Volume II, and Volume III.
And, if you like my stories you might also enjoy some of my carnie friends under the big tent at the Carnival of the Mundane.
I shall return. I promise.
Yours truly and fictionally,
Postmodern Sass
OK, so I wrote a few posts in those three weeks, prompting Tracy to quip, "How's that blog sabbatical working out for you?" They were very short, though; I wouldn't even call them stories. I went to a hockey game. I marked exams. Passover passed. And then Jack called, and I told him what it was that I'd been plotting. Gentle Reader, click here and I will tell you all about it...
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