Lion and Magic Boy

Posts. The good posts. There will likely be some this month. But I make no guarantees.

However, if you’ve forgotten, I am awesome.

Wait, let me repeat that with enthusiasm. I am awesome! I am!

(see what a little punctuation does?)

But that brings a little something up. The rationing of the good stuff. I have a history of that. In childhood I was totally okay with waiting for Christmas. I knew where the presents were stashed (hi Mom, you think I never looked in your closet?), but the anticipation was too delicious to forego by peeking. Besides, I did that one year and felt awful about it. And the present sucked.

Except, sadly, often the anticipation was greater than the actual gifts themselves (but not YOURS, Mom!). Which means now, hello, you’re going to be all disappointed when you actually come across a “good” post. Shit. How will you know it’s a “good” one? Should I tag them somehow? A gold star? Shit. This is getting complicated.

I think I need to consult the blogging hotline.

Shit.

So I convinced Nathaniel to sign up for NaNoWriMo too. The Young Adult version, since he’s still under 12 (though almost as tall as me dammit). He started writing yesterday and has a respectable 600 words logged in already (we chose a do-able total figure in line with his likely output, which you’re allowed to do if you claim to be under 12, which I may have to do if I don’t get to writing soon). I don’t think I’m allowed to read his novel, though. So I’d better keep pretending I haven’t.