That is not the question, but a must. <LOL> Managed to catch a nasty cold, which is evolving into a cough. Breathing is a challenge. I’m walking around smelling like essence de Vicks, with mind in automaton mode, and body parts screaming for analgesic cream and chiro sessions.
Still, somehow, I’m managing to get blogging/writing things done. Working here and there on the fourth in the Triple Threat Investigation Agency series, “HA-HA-HA-HA”. Have taken a step to finding a new cover designer, but have a way to go. Haven’t yet formatted “Forever Poi” (had hoped that someone else would long ago have done it, as requested numerous times but, alas, has not). That’s okay. Sometimes it’s a good thing when something doesn’t work out. Know what I mean?
My first official post of 2019 is a tribute to the name of my blog in that it’s a “grab-bag” of thoughts and plans, yet much ado about nothing . . . though perhaps not as comedic, if at all (I am sick, after all). <sniffle, snort, snuffle> [Hmm, there’s a poem in that.]
On the posting roster is sharing 25 unknown facts about myself. Maybe this’ll be of little interest to readers, but it’ll serve as a useful personal purge. Expect that shortly.
Am definitely keeping an eye open for new pics for my blog and Facebook page. Taking those little baby steps I used to write about back when. Better to reach that final destination painstakingly slowly—and safely—than take a few [painful] headers along the way.
. . . Is it just me or does this first week of January feel like it should be the last one? Time soared like a hawk pursuing prey, then suddenly slowed like syrup poured at a mid-December Montana picnic. Can you spell y-a-w-n?
Say, here’s something not yet done. What would you, fellow bloggers and writers, and followers, like to see on this blog? Continued writing/editing advice? More frequent reviews (than once every four months)? Excerpts from the Triple Threat Investigation Agency mystery series? Personal thoughtszzzzzzzz? <LOL> I’m open to suggestions so, please, suggest away!
On that note, my friends, my cold and I bid you <achoo> adieu. Stay healthy; be well.