Here it is, the Great February Calabash Blizzard of 2015 and I am stuck in the middle of it. It’s my first winter here in southeastern North Carolina, the land of sparkling, sunny beaches, young girls in skimpy bikinis, and old men wearing sandals and black socks. I’m one of the old men, I just skip the black socks.
Today is not a day for beaches, bikinis, or black socks. There’s a blizzard going on. It’s starting to look like Boston outside.
No, not really. I made that up. And the picture is from a different year and a different location. What we do have is a light snow and sleet mix falling right now. When I get a little more daylight, I’ll update this with today’s pictures.
Whatever falls is going to be a mess for us here in the land of the sparkling, sunny beaches.
When I signed up for this course, I decided come hell or high water, I would complete it this time. I got behind, as expected, woefully behind. In fact, this is only my third post of the sixteen assignments we’ve been given so far. I actually decided this past weekend that I was going to give up on this again.
I woke up this morning and changed my mind. I decided, right or wrong, that I am going to get caught up before Friday and complete this course – finally. So, I’m starting a writing marathon, no, like the title says, a ‘ritin’ rampage. That’s what I’m going to do – go on a freaking rampage and write thousands and thousands of words and publish them all.
Let’s get started with this.
All good boys deserve a favor.
Four score and twenty years ago.
Whistle while you work.
Fly away little Starling…fly, fly, fly.
Sorry about that! Those quotes are completely unrelated to the topic at hand. They were just some poor, pitiful attempts at humor from poor, pitiful me. The topic is writing to get caught up, and I am starting with today’s assignment, since it’s easy – it’s already done.
This is the real assignment for today, and like I said, I am already doing it. Currently, whenever I publish something on this blog, it automatically notifies or posts on these social media services: Facebook, Google+, Twitter, Tumblr, and Path. I have to admit though, either all the articles I’ve shared on social media were lousy, or the people who look at my social media sites aren’t interested in reading. Who knows, but I’ll keep at it.
The rampage is started, the coffee is flowing, and somehow the words are falling out of my brain onto the keyboard. Call this assignment done, if you will. If not, I will. Next up, I believe, will be a two-fer, if I can make it work.