A Note About This Blog

I used to be a writer. Unpublished, but a writer just the same. I have several 100,000 word novels sitting on my hard drive. Then I fell off a horse and got a concussion that scrambled my brains really good (yes, I was wearing a helmet.) After that forming a written sentence was very difficult for quite some time. It's still difficult, but at least now generally the sentence structure isn't egregiously flawed. Verbally and written wrong words pop in, I switch words around, and sometimes I make no sense at all. It isn't because I don't have knowledge of grammar and punctuation, but my brain simply can't do it sometimes. Reading this blog you're accepting that there's going to be things that look like typos or make no sense. It's not because I don't proofread, it's because my damaged brain doesn't see what's wrong. I try my best, but things will slip through. I don't need them pointed out, I know they're there, but if I continued to worry about them I wouldn't write at all. I didn't for quite some time. It's painful as a past master of words to use them so badly, but fortunately the words don't seem to mind.

Friday, February 12, 2016

Happy

A Naners without ovaries is a happy Naners


And a fluffy ollie is a happy ollie?

Someone who is definitely happy is the barn cat. He was not happy when it was all cold and snowy, but now he can sun himself on the front steps
He was having a hard time with boredom, so he also enjoys his paper bag
One of my favorite parts of the barn cat? Where he does his business (though he uses the stalls if there's snow over the poop pile. They are basically giant litter boxes)


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