Everyone has a blog these days. Seriously, you can’t go five feet along the virtual highway without tripping over someone’s list of badly-written poetry, a really bitchin’ series of personal essays and articles about gaming or literature (or travel or cooking or eight billion other hobbies and activities), weblits and blogfics, or journalling communities established so people can come together as a group to bitch about shit and share porn.
Since I was a teenager, I’ve been hearing that the world has become a global village. Zimbabwe might as well be next door, with the communicative, informative, connective qualities of the Internet. Australia is down the street hosting a barbecue (Must have barbecues on the brain. Jesus, what is my neighbour cooking out there? I smell herbs and spices and roasting bread… God I’m hungry now…) in the middle of a snowstorm. Did you see the kangaroo being chased by the lion in the community park? Watch out for those reindeer herders — they owe the Bushmen some money, and they’re getting shirty about it. Also, France is having all sorts of questionable types over til all hours of the night, we’ll need to keep an eye on them.
Alright, so maybe it isn’t quite as ridiculous as that, and maybe my idea of a village is a little skewed.
Where was I again?
No, wait. That wasn’t it.
This isn’t going to be a how-to post on writing; I’m not nearly full of myself enough to do one of those. I have no real writing credits under my belt, and I lack the energy to get really in depth on how I feel you should go about scribbling down words and getting them printed. And hopefully be paid for doing so. No, I’m not that girl. What I am is someone who’s struggling along with trying to find my own pace and place in the world o’ writing.
If you want to read a blog about tips and tricks to help you learn how to write, this is not the place for it. Try over at Chuck Wendig’s place; he’s a shameless hussy who sounds like he knows what he’s talking about, even though he smells slightly like guacamole and stale beard. Publisher sites like Tor, Harlequin, agency websites, Google searches for “how to write [whatever genre/style]”; finding appropriate podcasts. Individual authors’ websites often contain links to helpful articles, some of them even written by the authors themselves. The #amwriting community at Twitter has a billion and two links on advice and helpful tips run through it per hour. Research is your friend, my friend. Do some.
No, this blog is none of that. This blog is opinion-based, and thus is biased towards me. If this is helpful to you, great! What a serendipitous thing! If not, too bad. It’s not meant to be, and fuck you if you think it is.
Saturday’s Wide World of News takes a look at various headlines and newsworthy items that have caught my eye throughout the week. Whether or not they’re actually newsworthy is anyone’s best guess, but fuck it; this is my blog and I can do what I want.
I haven’t really followed much in the way of news this week. I’ve been a bit busy with indigestion and LotRO and running errands for the kids and just generally being a miserable bitch to the asshole that knocked me up. (I kid about that last bit, but only kinda sorta.) So instead of really reading up on headlines and newsworthy items this week, I just randomly opened a few RSS feeds and clicked on links that looked marginally interesting.
Sorry. I’ll try to do better next week.
This week though, I have an offering of Cthluhoid horrors, software bugs almost old enough to vote, a Baptist kidnapping ring, dying tongues and a horrifying glimpse into the world of the modern-day SS – school security officers.