I have so many ideas for posts that I have to pause for a minute and sort through them so I don’t get so busy writing I forget something that is a very good idea. So, I intend to write today about things I am planning to post.
Sunday I wrote part one of “Why Do You Think That?” It was specifically about the insane notion that “All kids are good kids”. The kind of thing only a weird old retired teacher could believe. There needs to be at least a part two. I have some other weird beliefs to defend. “Even we atheists need religion” is one. “Everybody is a nudist under their clothes” is another. “Conservatives and Liberals are different animals” is another that might get me killed.
I wrote a blog post before about accepting entries in an inter-stellar bad-poetry-writing contest. I have an insane urge to put some of my own ridiculously bad and morally indefensible poetry in that contest. There is enough of that to seriously challenge for the worst poet in the galaxy title.
I have also been doing some colored-pencil artwork that I want to talk about the process of the making of it and show you the work in stages of progress. That is a way a blogger can make more out of nothing.
Trump is trying hard to take over my blog with clownish buffoonery, but, of course, I am trying to get away from doing that all the time. The Great Orange Face is certainly an easy mark for something to make fun of. But I can’t keep up with other political humorists. I am too dedicated to avoiding insult humor to deal with a clown that invites you so enticingly to throw pies at his face. He does it so often, and I have already thrown so many pies… that my arms are about to fall off.
After a particularly bad night of vomiting and breathing problems, I am once again thinking about writing about death and the extinction of the whole human race. Playing checkers with the Grim Reaper is an unusual source for humorous blogs, but I have enough inside information and first hand experience to turn it into a wild board game played on a roller coaster at midnight.
I am currently writing a comedy horror novel called The Baby Werewolf. It is a story I have been working on for twenty years. It challenges my very skills as a surrealist. There should be plenty of things to complain about in this blog along the way. I know you probably aren’t interested in that. But I am. And don’t tell anybody this, but I don’t write this blog for you, the reader. I write it for me. It makes me laugh and it makes me cry and it gives form and permanence to the never-ending dialogue going on in my head.
So, as I approach the 500 word mark, this blog stands revealed as a writer’s road map. If you are one of those readers who actually reads the whole blog and don’t just click “like” after looking at the pictures, then you know what sorts of things to avoid in the future with this goofy old blog thing.