Seriously.

If the angels are crying, make them stop.

Go do nice things or something.

I am so tired of rain.

Rain.

Rain.

Rain.

Rain.

Rain.

Rain.

Rain.

Enough already.

Oy.

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What do you see?

An angry dinosaur?

Dashes?

A squinty eyed alien?

A walrus carrying a polar bear?

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Thus is what you end up staring at sometimes when thinking up a blog post.

Maybe I’m all written out.

Don’t know.

What I hope is the final draft of my novel has been sent off to my editor. Details for the cover illustration have been fired off to my illustrator.

While I wait on both of those, I am working on two other novels.

Thus, blank screen for blog posts.

Maybe it’s been done before, but I didn’t see anywhere that it had been, so I figured I’d give it a try. I know Larry Niven covered a different bodily excretion, but I’m not sure if anyone’s covered this.

I decided to draw it on my Wacom tablet. Clearly, I need more practice. I feel sorry for Jimmy, who apparently has chicken legs or something in the first panel and barely a body (or a head) in the second panel. And his hand seems to be embedded in his camera. Plus his head is odd, and his body is misshapen. Face it, he’s a mess.

Enjoy the go! LOL.

Slow Day

Slaw Day

Slap Day

Snap Day

Snip Day

Slip Day

Clip Day

Chip Day

Chop Day

Chow Day

Show Day

Snow Day

Or vice versa.

And maybe I spelled that wrong.

Start the year off on a blank slate!

Too bad it’s kind of dirty already.

Today is January 19th, 2012.

January 19th, 2012 is today.

The 19th of January 2012 is today.

Today is the 19th of January 2012.

Today is the twelfth year of the twenty-first century on the nineteenth day of January.

The nineteenth day of first month of the twelfth year of the twenty-first century is today.

Today beith the nineteenthith dayeth of the firsteth monthith of the twelfthith yeareth of the twenty-firstith centuryth.

Today’s date is January 19th, 2012.

Someone will get that.

The beta reader for my novel, which I last mentioned here, finished reading it a couple weeks ago. Liked it, which is good.

Also, my editor (who some of you may know but who shall remain nameless until I find out if said editor can be publicly acknowledged) has gone through the novel, liked it, and given me copious amounts of things to change.

Well, maybe not copious, but enough to keep me busy.

And not so much things to change per se, but rather things to clarify and add and stuff.

So, working on that. Maybe I’ll be finished by the weekend, or over the weekend.

Also, simultaneously working on novel #2. No chance of finishing that by the weekend.

Blah.

Blah blah blah.

Oh, I think I’ve done this one before.

Let me check…

Yes, I have: Friday Blahness.

Blah.

Bah.

Dang.

Humbug.

Bye.