The Flopping Bouncing Blank-Minded Bed-Time Blogger

It’s Saturday and the post of the day just wasn’t coming; the funny thing is, it did, during the night.  Then . . . blankness.

Did yours truly get up at any time between flopping and bouncing for hours on end, to write down that notion?  Did yours truly remember in the a.m.?  Of course not.  It was . . . sheer blankness.

What I do remember:

♦ flopping from one side of the queen-size bed to the other like a water-filled balloon being propelled from one side of the room to the other

♦ flipping like a flapjack (and rather craving a plate with blueberry preserves)

♦ bouncing like a bunny from the headrest to the footboard, and

♦ contemplating worthy post ideas to, uh, post.

Could have gone with a review.  Read two great manuscripts recently, but neither are officially published, so that wouldn’t have been fair to the authors.

Might have gone with some editing/proofing tips.  Yawn.  Literally (and frequently).

Didn’t think about featuring an author . . . until now.

Didn’t want to have the Triple Threat Investigation Agency gals post on my behalf—they’re busy on the Murphie the missing (birdnapped) mynah bird case.

I don’t normally leave things until the last minute (but there are circumstances that make it difficult to follow the Girl Guide motto of “be prepared” . . . especially, well in advance).

So, there you have it . . . a post about . . . producing a post . . .

Hmm.  Now I have flapjacks on the brain.  Guess I’ll just have to make some, won’t I (elsewise that craving’s going to hang around, unlike that middle-of-the-night post notion)?

Enjoy your weekend!