I’ve been prevaricating and procrastinating like a politician on Question Time for these first few days of January. Promises to myself made at the end of Nanowrimo being pushed back till proper work week resumes. I know. Excuses.
But I’ve got loads of them.
The house has been full one way and another, cooking up a storm, visiting, blah, blah, Christmas, Ne’erday. Ask, I’ll give you a list.
But school starts back tomorrow and I hate breaking a promise, even one made to myself. Apart from which, I’d just give myself a hard time. And I don’t like doing that either.
So, postponements, procrastinations and other perambulations on the putting off front are now being pushed to the back of the cupboard along with the rest of my chocolate stash and tomorrow begins the edit. Shitting myself somewhat that I might look at the fifty-two thousand words I wrote during November and think, ‘What a load of auld bollocks that is!’
But I won’t know till I look again and I haven’t even peeped at it since finishing the count.
All this to say, I’m gonna be a good girl, park my posterior on the seat, pour a cuppa and peruse the pages (fond of P today!)
I’d like to extend an invitation, to any and all interested parties, to be my guest on this here blog that will otherwise, undoubtedly, suffer neglect in my self-enforced peregrinations (feckin’ P, let me be!) into pimping, pummeling and promoting the publishable word. (I give in. It’s a P day, obviously).
I have, on file, several guest posts pending
You might want to blog one of your previous posts (you know the ones that nobody goes back to, from the early days. In my case, I wouldn’t really want to, but you might).
Anyhow, this evening is the last of the totally chilled ones (did finally get there over Christmas and New Year. Lock the doors and pretend you’re not in works so well. Kidding! nearly…)
So, if you have half a mind to guest – in fact, particularly if you have half a mind – you’ll fit very well here. Kidding then too. Really!
I’ve kept access to all my previous guests – you know who you are. But, for those who don’t, see the side bar. Down there, over a bit, to the right. Aye, there. A grand job they did of keeping this little portion of WordPress going. My eternal gratitude to them.
Go on, have a look in your files, past posts, classics that no bugger, or very few, got to view and have at it. If you don’t, I will feel compelled to come in here daily and torment the life out of you with prehistoric posts of mine that deserve to be relegated to the cupboard with my chocolate. Shutit! I was learning. I still am. This doesn’t sound like any invitation I’ve read before.
Now, in the interests of honesty, highly valued by me, though – in the interests of honesty – not always managed, I’ll probably be in and out, ready to press publish at any given time. It’s a problem. I blame my addictive personality. With this in mind, I thought I’d keep the weekends free for me. I like free weekends. They’re sort of full of promise but can be used to do sod all if the humph comes upon one. Comes upon one here fairly regularly but not as often as one’d like. (Gawd, how does she manage to talk like that? Ma’am. Curtsey, grovel, tugging me forelock, not being in the least facetious. Much.)
Soooo, the first and only hauf of the evening has just been poured for me by my nearest and dearest – I like a well-trained man! No kidding! Well, maybe a bit because, well, never mind because…
Should you care to pimp past posts (or new ones. I’m easy. Watchit!) while I park my posterior and pummel past penmanship, you are cordially invited to do so.
Amen. 🙂
Pew. Phew! Forgot where I was there. 😉
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