Time For A 15 Years Or So

So...I figured I'd show I was still alive, as only really two previous bloggers during blogland's time in full swing know I'm still kicking. May not have a pot to piss in, but I got some bushes. That counts, right? Gotta have bushes when you're a poor, not-so-starving author, right? Right? Just make sure no one's watching. They could arrest you for that.

And never fear, my dear. I can still rhyme and wiggle my rear. That will never change no matter how strange. For when you've been a rhyming cat since 2011 or so, there is nowhere for the rhyming to go.

Yeah. I've been around 15 years as well. Not sure when I started playing with the IWSG, but I think it was a few years after. dVerse had me first and then it just spawned from there. Maybe around the same time I did the a to z bloghop. Oh, the memories. Amazing what one can recall as they start to type it all. Or some. Hey. I can't go and redo everything said by my little rhyming bum. If I did that we'd be here all year. So...sorry, my dear.

So...yeah...the dogs and cats and kids are still keeping me a hopping. The writing is still a dropping. 810 songs written at my sea. Also released a book or three. Actually, 6, but who's counting? I guess maybe I am. Don't go getting nitpicky now. 

Anyway, they are asking a question for year 15, so i guess I can answer. At least I'll answer in some way, shape, or form. 

Do you have a favorite character archetype you tend to gravitate toward in your writing?

I guess it would be putting ordinary people in extraordinary circumstance. Probably stems from the fact of all the shit I have, and I've seen other people, go through who aren't a superhero, master at this, that, ot the other thing, etc.

At least that would be my guess if you wanted to get all shrink-y on me. Plus, the average person isn't always pigeonholed into a certain aspect/quirk/whatever. So it tends to open things up more.

And there you have it. 15 years in the bag for the IWSG. Hopefully the bag got washed a few times in between. May be kinda smelly by now if not. Then again, maybe the 15 year smell is Alex's cup of tea. Who am I to judge? Also 15 years in the bag for the cat and Pat too. It still counts if I only post once or twice a year now, right? I mean 365 posts a year for like a decade more than makes up for it. Front end loaded. 

Now that is that, so says the cat. Actually that's probably Pat, as you can't shut up the cat. But at least more than two past bloggers, who now stalk me in real life, know I'm alive. So...that makes...ummm...10? Maybe 10 are still around, Hey, it's better than two.

Back to taking in life offline with the kids, the dogs, and the cats. Yeah. I know. The cats don't really care. They just want to sleep with me there. But the dogs still want to go and my now doubled charges do also, so away we go to see what comes to pass. Never fear though, I'll always remain a little rhyming ass.

And remember to take in the view. Just don't fall and become the pancake version of you.

Time For A Tune Or 70!

 

It's watching you. It sees everything you do. It's ready to take your wants and needs. Shhhh....you may have to do some creepy deeds.

Doesn't Woody just scream holiday cheer? Or for you to run away in fear? I actually saw some kids running away. Guess Woody didn't make their day.

Bah. He's sending his creepy doll army after us now. I guess we'll have to survive somehow.

Fake reindeer are in on the act too as they try to get hit in the street two by two.

Human, would you shut up already and throw the damn ball.

I would, but I seem to have something on my lap and your brother taking a nap.

Screw that. Throw it. Throw it. Throw the damn ball.

Fine. I'll let Woody scare them away.

It worked, but something else jumped into my lap. Hmmm what could this The Cove thing be. Oh, was it that earwigs crawl into your brain thing that Fundy Blue was talking about like a year and a half ago? Did it really go out there with everything and maybe connect to something else you wrote? Geez, so many questions.

Oh, stop talking and throw the stupid ball.

But I got a not so tiny human wanting me to write him a book. Mortal Terrors may be scarier than throwing the ball. I mean a soul sucker doesn't sound pleasant.

And now the other not so tiny human wants me to write him one too. Mortal Terrors 2 might be a booby trap though.

Fine. I'll throw my own ball while you write books for not so tiny humans and that Fundy Blue lady. What? You're not done with her? Thanks to her you are doing more stuff? I'll never get my ball thrown at this point. Annoying, humans.

That is right. As of this posting, thanks to the Fundy Blue lady egging him on, the human has stuck up 70 songs on Youtube that he wrote lyrics for. He then cheated and used AI to get them how he wanted them, but since he has no musical talent whatsoever, I think we can forgive him. He still has to throw the ball though.

80 more songs to put up too. They range through a few genres, as the human's mind never stops. If they hurt your ears, blame the Fundy Blue lady.

Any video below 3 mins is under Shorts, for any who are unaware. They can be found here:

Odditie In The Bunch

There. Can you throw the stupid ball now?

No? You have to give a non-answer to a question first? Human, I'm so going to pee on your shoes.

December 3 question - As a writer, what was one of the coolest/best gifts you ever received?

Ummmmm....errrr....Murphy was right. Non-answer it is. Can't say I've received anything that sticks out. I'm not really a "thing" person anyway. When I say the animals have more things than I do, I'm not lying.

So there we have it. In case anyone was fearing that I haven't written anything, not sure who would fear that, I safely have shown that I still write away. Whether it be due to an idea from the Fundy Blue lady, the not so tiny humans, or just something that pops into my head about 140 times. That's how many songs I've gotten up to so far. Can only upload 10 a day, so I'll get them all uploaded at some point. 

Anyway, how is your blogging and writing going? Trying your hand at anything new lately? Don't you want to go and tell the creepy tree what you want for Christmas? 

That is all, so excuse me while I finally go throw the ball.

Enjoy life, forget the strife.