"Nearly three years of blogging, it has become clear to me that any idiot can blog.
Anyone can say - 'Hey guess what my kids today?'
Within that there is never any real obvious link between writing talent and success. Some people do well because they can write, others because they are funny, and others for no obvious reason that I can see at all. While others can write amazingly well but don't get anywhere.
While being a blogger is relatively easy, writing actual fiction - now that is hard.
Writing actual fiction well?
What you have done there is shown the difference between blogging and writing.
You are good.
Very.
Finish that book."
Thank you, Glen! If you have not done so already, pop over to Glen's site as he is a disarmingly funny bloke in the UK who also enjoys sharing some carefully crafted fiction.
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Now, I will simply post about what my kid did this weekend! Because I like to take it easy like Sunday morning sometimes. One cannot be brilliant every day, for crying out loud.
Now, I will simply post about what my kid did this weekend! Because I like to take it easy like Sunday morning sometimes. One cannot be brilliant every day, for crying out loud.
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Parker had finished in the bathroom. "Daddy! Come look at my poop! It looks like a chicken!"
I could not resist. I had to look. It looked like a chicken! It did! It was a little piece of poop that was kind of shaped like a chicken.
I know. You are probably horrified right now, but you'll be ok.
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In the downstairs bathroom, I saw a bunch of stickers floating in the toilet.
"Parker!" I yelled. "Why are there stickers in the toilet?"
Instead of answering, Parker just sighed and said, "Ah, call a plumber then."
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And now, I give you a picture of the most precious thing that Parker gave me on Friday. A pet rock.
Have a good week, everyone!
Parker had finished in the bathroom. "Daddy! Come look at my poop! It looks like a chicken!"
I could not resist. I had to look. It looked like a chicken! It did! It was a little piece of poop that was kind of shaped like a chicken.
I know. You are probably horrified right now, but you'll be ok.
.................
In the downstairs bathroom, I saw a bunch of stickers floating in the toilet.
"Parker!" I yelled. "Why are there stickers in the toilet?"
Instead of answering, Parker just sighed and said, "Ah, call a plumber then."
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And now, I give you a picture of the most precious thing that Parker gave me on Friday. A pet rock.
Is this not totally adorable?
Have a good week, everyone!