It’s been a month since I started this blog, and it’s been a lot more fun than I expected. I’ve met some people I adore, have gotten back in touch with some people I had missed, have found some blogs I never hope to go without again, and am relearning some coding tricks I had let get pretty damned rusty.
I hoped that blogging would help reinspire my writing. I don’t know if that has happened, but it has reinvigorated my love for the poetry community and lured me into the insanity of starting a poetry contest. Add an introduction to ATCs and wikis and you’ll pardon me if I get all glowy.
There is a major disappointment, though. No, not Kevin Millwood. I still haven’t scored any tiramisu. I was certain that whining about it would cause it to appear as if by magic on my doorstep, just to make me look stupid. I’m willing to look stupid, world! As if you couldn’t tell that already!
Now, go write your Julains. I got $10 burning a hole in my pocket, and there is a rumor that the prize might be growing. Who knows? The winner might get $10 and a subscription to “American Noodle Monthly.”
I’m working on a Julian!
And I’m glad to have met you in the po-blog world.
Blog on!
Julie
if you pm me a postal address, I’ll send you a tiny little mini-booklet, about 2 inch-square, containing a stanza of one of my poems that mentions tiramisu.
Not quite the same, I know.
Kevin,
The pleasure is mine.
Rob,
You’re a big meanie, and no mistake!