No, not actual publishing woes. Truth be told, writing in this blog has come fairly easily of late but you wouldn’t know it. I’ve just been super critical of everything or too jumpy to actually complete a post. So I now have a plethora of beginnings of posts on language, social responsibility etc. saved and unpublished.
They tell me not to write about difficulties with writing – I guess I’ll just have to rebel
As a reminder to my itsy bitsy readership (a word far too prestigious-sounding, even when paired with diminutive adjectives), but more resoundingly to the blogger-in-me, I am still alive.
I may rant about political discussion. I may exclaim and explain my love for fake news. I may even bore you with the details of my scintillating urban escapade. There could be pictures. What a novel idea.
Sit tight. Tight!
There you go, Josh. Condiments. Big Brother is gone, and there is nothing less surveilling than condiments.
c/o the strangely attractive Condiment Package Gallery.
