I feel so ashamed that I’ve not written a blog post in a while. The holidays have kidnapped me and are demanding a ransom of 80,000 words.
I know! It’s crazy right? What do the holidays need with that many words? Doesn’t it get enough from the gathered families?
Who knows Morse code anymore? Weird. Who has an Alphanumeric Transceiver open to messages? WHY do they have one? Creepy.
Though, he may not get to eat a few of my fingers as they feel they will fall off from sending out this desperate message for help. S.O.S.
WHY ARE YOU STILL READING? Start typing! Please! I can’t write you stories if I’m dead.
Your Beloved Author,