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Why Write?

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This blog is sort of my baby.  It’s been around, in one form or another, since September of 2007.  So that’s three years.  That might not seem so long to you, but when I think about the things I’ve started and never finished, it seems like a really long time to me.

I have a one-third finished manuscript about war, the military, and my Dad that I’ll probably never finish.  Well, maybe I will.  I have this website – and the posts are seldom.  The more I learn about the internet, the more I learn that a “me” blog like this is pretty much never going to be picked up by anybody, never going to have a lot of traffic, and never going to make me any money.  So why keep at it?

Mainly, I didn’t start it to make money.  I started it because I had a corporate job that allowed very little creativity, I had nearly gotten fired for blogging on my MySpace blog, and I wanted a little corner of the Internet all to myself where I could work on my chosen craft and vent my frustrations, fears, mania, and other overly dramatic emotions.

So, mission accomplished, right?  I mean sure, I’m paying to host this site, so it would be nice if it made enough in ads or something to pay for that, but it doesn’t, and that is OK.  Ive got other things in the works that might take care of that for me.  And, they might not.  But at least, every day, I’m learning something.

And, at least, I have a place where I can say whatever I want and post ridiculous, poorly-drawn depictions of the AlligatorFishPig..

alligator fish pig rough draftIf you are one of the two people who reads this blog on a regular basis, and you totally miss my acerbic wit that is mixed ever so gently with my raw, emotional sensitivity (ha ha haaaaaaaaaaaaa!) you can read stuff I write other places:

Weird Diseases
Strange Houses
Stupid Laws
Bizarre Bytes
Wedding Stuff
Marketing
Best Websites
How to Videos
Richmond Virginia
Books

And two dear, awesome friends of mine and me are working hard on The Cool Consumer, a product and services review site.

I’m also working on a thesis, a volume of short stories, and a huge independent website project on J.D. Salinger.  But I’m still going to take time to post stuff here, because this is MY place.  And I can talk about AlligatorFishPig all I want to.

And nobody else will let me talk about Shatner…

shatner

So, in answer to the question, “why write?”  Because I can.

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Emma

Random Update

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Halloween was last weekend, and for the first time in a long time me and The Hubs went out. We actually went to a wedding Saturday afternoon (a costume wedding – what a neat idea, yeah?) and ate some grilled cheeses with our dear friend The Swisher and then all got ready for a night out on the town.

The plan was to go to Gallery 5, a local art gallery (and so much more) located in Jackson Ward. So that’s what we did. I got my Tarot cards read by a women who seriously had no energy left to give a crap and saw a band that rocked my face off.   Apparently they’ve been around for three years, so I’ve obviously been living under a rock.  I’m probably going to write them up on the other blog I write (for work) so keep an eye out there.

I already put our costume pictures up on Facebook, so I won’t bore you with them here  (since I’m friends with both my readers on Facebook – hi guys!) and I’m sure some other people out there managed to get pictures of the event that don’t look like they were taken by a three year old.   In fact, this person has pictures on Flickr even as we speak.

I can’t believe it’s Thursday already.  I’m behind on everything – from laundry to scholarly pursuits, but I thought I’d take a minute to put SOMETHING here now that I’m actually on the interwebs for real.  No more training wheels.

I realize it’s been forever since I posted anything about Emma, so here is a little story in pictures you might enjoy – featuring our favorite four-year-old.

Emma Jamz
Emma Jamz

It’s funny, because most pictures of drummers are usually the same.  They are just sitting there, behind those drums, rocking out.  That’s what Emma’s doing here.  She’s rocking out.

Emma Roarz
Emma Roarz

When she’s rocked quite enough we went outside for some general running around and going crazy.  This is Emma roaring mightily.  She kept yelling “What?!?!” ala Lil’ John, which I understand is something her parents taught her years ago.

Emma Smilez
Emma Smilez

Give a kid a bunch of candy and juice and they’ll keep you entertained for hours.  Not that we did that…much.

Emma Glamz
Emma Glamz

In my shameless ploy to be Emma’s “favorite” that night, I presented her with a pink feather boa with the brief explanation that every girl needs a pink feather boa.  I saved the tiara for the next time I sense that The Hubs might be her “favorite” that particular time.

**a note about “favorites”.  The Illustrious Father of Emma told us a little story wherein he, Emma, and several other folks were at the beach for vacation.  Emma asked a friend of the family if she would carry her down to the water.  The friend of the family replied that Emma was perfectly capable of walking herself, and Emma said that she was fully aware of that, she would just prefer to be carried.  The friend of the family asked, “Why?  Why do you want me to carry you?” To which Emma replied, “Because you’re my favorite.”  Sneaky, clever, and totally effective, of course.  We all try to be Emma’s favorite every time we see her.  I’m convinced this will turn her into a great lobbyist or movie star, and hopefully not a cult leader.

So, now that you’ve been hit by that tidal wave of adorableness, I will bid you adieu.  I’m off to find interesting pictures and stories to share with you.  After I finish the mountain of schoolwork and workwork I need to do.

Adieu, ya’ll.  Adieu.