Monday, August 27, 2012

The Inciting Incident

Three years and seven days ago, I brought forth in this content a new notion, conceived liberally, and dedicated to the proposition that, ah, man! I get a sequel!

For you see, on August 20, 2009, I slipped off a mossy precipice and hurtled nearly 30 ft into a narrow chasm as images of my death flashed before me. And then I wet myself.

Although I had yet to finish my novel (a familiar story),1 I finally had a tale to tell. And I needed a place to tell it. Thus, one week later (three years ago today) I started this blog.

And the rest, as they say,2 is history.3

I know I've been slacking in my bloggerly duties these past couple months, but as summer wanes and cool autumn breezes carry inspiration my way, I can promise you that's not going to change one bit. My son's just too dang cute.4 Plus, if I don't finish my novel sometime soon, I suspect Joseph Selby may shift from positive motivation to all-out threats.

Okay, fine, I'll try to slack less. After all, I love to entertain.5

But three years. Wow. Time sure flies when you're doing a bunch of stuff.


1 Not familiar: the novel, with its assassination plot involving invisible monkeys. (Unless that's a thing. If that's a thing, let me know post haste.) Familiar: to this day, the book remains unfinished. I'm nothing if not consistent.
2 Who is they and why are they always saying such things? You'd think by now they'd have learned to listen once in a while so they didn't repeat themselves so damn often.
3 Then again, everything that's ever happened in all of creation is history, technically speaking, so that phrase is as worthless as this simile.
4 He learned to walk this past Tuesday, and he does this adorable thing where he slips into the other room without the noticeable pit-pat-pit-pat he had when he crawled, and goes straight for the cat food.
5 The only chance I've had to entertain over the past few weeks was that time I was up on stage and valiantly saved that poor bat from the malevolent horde of shrieking 6-year-old girls. True story.

12 comments:

  1. I want to read your novel! I want to read your novel right now! (But only when it's finished, so get to work, chum.)

    Also, cat food? That is indeed wicked cute.

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    1. I want to write my novel! I want to write my novel right now! (But I'm at work, so I can't. Boo.)

      Soon.

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    1. Thanks, Alex. This year I'm going to try for four.

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  3. Excellent 3 years I imagine (coz I haven't followed you for all three but wht I've seen is good). In January I will have been around 3 years...goes fast, eh?

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    1. Well, it wasn't all excellent. There were certainly some subpar entries in there. But yeah, the years just fly by. I mean, it seems like only yesterday I was putting this blog together. Whereas, it was actually two days ago.

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  4. Have you thought about just giving up sleep? :-) Congrats, and thanks for entertaining us!

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    1. One of the great things about having a young son is I didn't even have to think about giving up sleep. It just happened.

      And I couldn't be happier. (Or tireder.)

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  5. Happy Blogaversary. Now get writing!

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    1. Thanks, Ellie! And it just so happens I have been writing. Not as much as I should be, but still more than I had been in recent months. That's a win in my book. (Don't worry, I'll edit out the section on wins during rewrite.)

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