Here’s the second half of the questions/topics I received for my Star Jar. These are all questions from the one and only, Ms. Chelsea.
Thank you, Steve for the nomination! So very kind of you and Muffin. Everyone, read his blog now. Canada, cats, birds and bears–oh my. It’s one of my favorites and I read it several times a week. It’s good medicine.
The rules and my answers are below:
A tiring day.
The Amber Eyes keeps whining.
To rest, is foreign.
Thank you everyone! 🎉
And while you’re here, internet wanderer, care to join in on a creative writing contest? No winners or losers, just fun and camraderie in the fields of imagination.
Hi Arcians and internet wanderers. Tell me, what book are you reading right now? Leave a quick comment below and we can share our books together.
My current read is below. While you’re here, want to enter a creative writing contest? No winners or losers this week, just old fashioned fun with the imagination. And yes, that rhymed.
Want to take a crack at making cats shriek in horror at the very thought of you reading a poem? Then go here, my fine feathered friend, and may the pencil be sharpened in your favor.
My entry is below.
…what would you buy? And why?
Leave your response down below. And while you’re here, stick around and think of becoming an Arcian and hit that subscribe button. Ker-kaw!
Author: “I don’t like being around actors, musicians, anybody on a stage. They’re wonderful, yes, but don’t talk to me, look at me or touch me.”
Saint: “Yes. Don’t break that fourth wall.”
Author: “Yes! Exactly. Well put. Don’t break that barrier between you and me.”
Saint: “You can say, and if you break the fourth wall, my fist will break through it, too.”
In America, we’re in a government shutdown–the longest we’ve experienced in our young nation’s history. With paychecks halted, FBI workers are lining up next to White House employees to get food distributions at Food Banks. Somebody pinch me. Surely this is fake news, right? No, you insist, it’s not? Well then. Double irony for $600, Alex, and pass the potatoes. This sure is a surreal way to bring in 2019. And sad.
This week’s theme is Terrible Managers. Join the fun at Chelsea Ann’s webpage and remember–the poem is supposed to be terrible. She’s serious about that and I’m actually trying to get worse.
My entry is below. Huzzah!