Well blogging, we meet at last. I’ve had mixed feelings about the practice of blogging since I first heard of it and thought “Really? That’s the name you’re sticking with?” But it has finally reached a point where I think, well why not? Now I’ve never kept a blog, and I don’t actually know that much about them despite being part of “that generation” that should apparently have a manual of some sort in their brain for all basic computer programs and functions, in which case I don’t know if there’s some sort of formula to blog posts or some kind of blog management etiquette, but I’m sure I’ll figure things out. I only mention it so that if there are accidentally 20 posts in a row of the same thing or something you’ll be forewarned of the experimentation and learning period in progress.

So, the theoretical point of this blog is to be somewhere for me to post things that I write. And I do mean ‘things’ because I tend to write short snippets of fiction, though sometimes there are short stories and such too. I suspect most of my posts will come from an intriguing book I have which is called ‘642 Things To Write About’. It’s simply a collection of short (anywhere from a couple of sentences to just a word) starter phrases designed to get you thinking and writing. For instance, “The greatness of sandwiches” or, “Go to a café and closely watch two people interact. Then write a scene about to people in a café” or “Create an imaginary friend (human or not)” (I have high hopes for a hedgehog being involved in this one), and so forth. As you can see, they’re diverse, so posts on here could be pretty random. Just the way we like it I say. I imagine there will also be some first-person posts from me, who can say? But when things come from “the book” I’ll use the prompt as the post heading and then my writing about it as the body of the post (I say confidently, like I’ve already mastered my heading/post functions).

I’m not sure yet how often I will post something because I’m not sure yet how this blog and I will feel about one another, but I will try to post with reasonable frequency because, really, it’s just stagnating and taking up space in the ether otherwise. That being said, welcome to my blog invisible people!

Thursday 16 August 2012

It was the first time he had ever gotten into a fight, and it was in a _______ of all places (I chose 'petting zoo').

It was all the fault of that damn goat. Well, the chicken helped, but most of the blame lay squarely with that little grey goat. But did anyone want to hear about how the goat (and the chicken) started it? No, it was all Garry's fault according to them. Garry, an accountant with a major city bank, who really had no business being in a petting zoo in the first place since he wasn't much of an animal person anyway, not since he found his goldfish, Fred, floating belly up in its bowl when he was five. Since then Garry had always kind of associated animals with his abandonment issues... Anyway, the point was, he'd been in charge of his niece for the day and he was returning to his sister's house with a black eye, a ban from Pete's Petting Zoo, home of fluffy animals and fun, and straw all over his expensive slacks and sweater combo. He'd taken his niece to the petting zoo because he thought she'd enjoy it. By the time he discovered he was supposed to get in the pen with the animals it was too late to change his mind. So he was in the pen, trying not to invade the personal space of a grumpy looking sheep, when a chicken decided to try for a better view by hopping up on the back of a little grey goat. There were three problems with this, the first was that the goat was not expecting it, the second was that the goat was standing right behind Garry when he was startled into charging forward, the third was that the large gentleman in front of Garry had a temper and didn't take kindly to being shoved into the mud, especially when you blame it on a goat. Damn goat. And your chicken too.
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