And, so far, I feel fine.

Well, as you know, today was the day Harold Camping predicted to be the “Rapture” where all the good people would be rescued from the Earth so as to be safe from the end of the world on October 21.

It was supposed to occur at 6:00 p.m. in each time zone.

So far, no reports of people vanishing.

So, either we’ve all been really, really bad, or it didn’t

As I have previously mentioned, I completed and released a new book this month.

While written primarily for product creators (that is, people that want to write and sell their own books), there is plenty of useful information for overcoming procrastination in general.

If you have any projects you want to complete, but keep putting off, this book is for you.

If you run into walls trying to come up with creative ideas for your project, this book is for you.

What it does is step through the obstacles that product creators face.

Then we go into developing a plan for your book.

Next, we look at ideas for increasing the creative spark in your mind.

We also look at the various ways you can complete your book.

Plus, there’s a 60 day guarantee if you’re not satisfied.

Now, the regular price is $17 (here), but a special price (as of this writing) is still available ($11.97) if you go through here.

So, don’t delay—buy it today! Whip out your credit card and become a product creating diehard!

DISCLAIMER: If you buy this book, I make money.

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It’s Wednesday, girls and boys,

Where have you put all your toys?

You shouldn’t make so much noise.

You know the neighbors it annoys.

Yes, they can be such killjoys.

Your fun, this old town destroys.

They don’t like you playing cowboys.

They don’t appreciate the tomboys.

They want you to hush with poise,

Sit down and put away your toys.

That’s not why wars were won by doughboys.

Your playing brings them all the joys.

So, go ahead and play, girls and boys!

Well, no, not really. Just liked the title.

Of course, it’ll make me mad if I do one day need a Tuesday Terrors title and can’t use it.

But, instead, I’ll just hope to never have any terrors on Tuesday.

Preferably, not on any other day of the week either.

Though, if I have to have some terrors, I would prefer them to be on a Tuesday because “Tuesday Terrors” makes for a better title than, say, “Wednesday Terrors.”

But, still, preferably no terrors at all. Thanks.

So, to sum up…

Tuesday terrors. Didn’t have them. Don’t want them.

Here is another snippet of a work in progress I shared long ago. This is one I’ve gotten back to work on again in recent months (though the last time I did anything on it was mid-March or thereabouts).

Anyway, I hope you enjoy…

In Search of the Legendary Phineas Ray
Chapter One (snippet)
Copyright 2009 Dan C. Rinnert

   On the one hand, you could say it all started with a baseball card. On the other hand, it could also be said to have begun with a unicorn. In either case, by the time you’ve heard my entire tale, I have little doubt you’ll view the unicorn sighting as the most plausible part of it.

   I know I would.

   All I wanted to do was fulfill my dying grandfather’s last wish.

   That part of the story started with his prized baseball card. A simple thing, really. My grandfather had idolized Phineas Ray all his life. He had carried the guy’s baseball card in his wallet since he was a boy. On his death bed, he passed the card along to me.

   When my father was a boy, he had tried several times to get the card autographed for my grandfather, but was never successful. But, where my father had failed, I had hoped to succeed.

   Sure, the guy was probably long dead, but if I could get some memorabilia from this player for my grandfather, he would be more than happy with just that. It would show everyone that he wasn’t crazy.

   However, I would run into the same problem my father had, namely that Phineas Ray didn’t exist.

   At least, that’s what J. Edgar Hoover would have you believe. But, more on that later.

   There was no record of this guy. Nothing. My father had searched and never found anything, and he had done this when there was still a chance the guy could have been alive, when there was a chance that someone who had played with him would have still been around.

   Now, there was nothing. The only evidence was my grandfather’s Phineas Ray baseball card. And that had to be fake, since no other record of Phineas Ray existed. No photographs, no statistics, not even a birth certificate.

   Plus, this Phineas Ray did resemble my grandfather when he was younger, leading many in the family to assume he had been pulling our legs all these years.

   But, not me.

   Because of the unicorn.

Copyright 2009 Dan C. Rinnert

Halfway through Sunday,

Means that it’s almost Monday.

Which isn’t most people’s fun day.

Won’t even see a sun ray,

Because it’s a rainy month of May.

Soon, we’ll be sitting on the dock of our own bay.

Oh, I hope not and so I pray.

Anyway, remember to leave up your tray.

Oh, what more can I say?

I remember long ago a short film or trailer for “Saturday the 14th.”

But not this “Saturday the 14th.”

No, the one I’m thinking of was black and white.

It must have been back in the 80’s that I saw it. It was either a short film or a trailer; I don’t remember which.

I remember seeing images of houses getting blown over by a storm. And other assorted stuff, which was likely clips from old TV news or documentaries or whatever used in place of creating sets and trying to replicate storms or whatever.

And, it was a comedy, as I recall.

That’s pretty much all I can remember.

I haven’t been able to find anything on it since. Nothing on YouTube, and miscellaneous searches have come up empty.

Weird.

Yep, today is Friday the 13th.

And it’s dark and stormy looking outside.

No rain, but I just saw a flash of lightning.

Time to turn off the computer!

Laterz…

Today is May the twelfth.

Do you know what rhymes with twelfth?

Nothing rhymes with twelfth.

Even orange can rhyme with Blorenge.

And wasp can rhyme with knosp.

Likewise for woman and toman.

But, no such luck for the twelfth.

One can rhyme with many like won, son and fun.

Hardly the loneliest number when all’s said and done.

But, no such luck for the twelfth.

It cannot even rhyme with an elf.