Good morning, Void.

I've been considering my reasons for beginning a blog. I suppose it's a sort of on-line journal. I've tried keeping a journal before. I even have one on my bookcase; it's very pretty, and barely used. I suspect I'll write on a blog more than I would write in a pretty journal. Because one doesn't technically write on blogs. One types. Much easier, I assure you, easier on the hand, easier on my patience (I can never write quickly enough to keep up with my thoughts). So, there you are.

I really do like the idea of a blog. I can simply type down whatever random thoughts stream through my head, share whatever was interesting about my day (whatever interested me about my day!), muse on books I'm reading. And words. Words are fabulous. Fabulous is an excellent word.

Publish Post

Hello, Void.

I am joining the vast crowd who fling their thoughts at you. Why? Because I am a writer. Ah, but not just a writer! Please, do not lump me in with the common crowd. I am a lazy writer. I do not wish to work on my fantasy fiction just now (not any of the nine and two-fifths stories I have stashed on different computers). But I wish to write and pretend to be productive. So, I have a blog, and I am flinging random thoughts at you, The Void. I call it free-styling.

First random thought: low blood sugar is a bad thing. Particularly at the end of a long day. This day, like most Mondays, I worked. This day was longer than most because I spent a couple of hours in the afternoon trying to figure out ways to earn my generous paycheck. (I am not being sarcastic, for the record. My boss is completely awesome.) I don't like an overabundance of downtime; there are only so many petty housekeeping tasks to be performed around a dental office. Please keep your dental appointments; the entire staff will love you, especially the assistant.
Like most Mondays in the fall, I finished work and went to choir practice. Our choir is nearly as awesome as my boss. However, about midway through choir, I began feeling sleepy and hungry. And everybody I talked to seemed to have something to say about food. It was rather cruel.
I arrived home, dreaming of my favorite dinner, and scouted the fridge for food. No food. I decided it was too late to make anything, forget-it-I'll-just-eat-tomorrow, went up to my room and cried. This little incident I am blaming on Low Blood Sugar. Hence, my opening sentence. (See, I didn't forget what I was talking about!) Then I poked around on the Internet, smiled at pictures of my nephew, blessed my sister-in-law for sending me pictures and a funny video, and checked Facebook. Then I went back downstairs, determined to eat something. I settled on Ramen noodles. And a Tootsie roll. (Low blood sugar ought to be boosted as soon as possible, if you ask me.) Oddly enough, just watching the noodles cook, watching the steam rise, smelling the scent of the little packet of instant flavor, soothed me. I could feel my blood sugar rising, just watching the noodles cook. (That might have been the Tootsie roll kicking in.) Now I am actually eating, and feeling much better. Moral of the story? Eat before you go to choir practice.

Bourgeois is a fabulous word. Say it out loud: boo-zhwa. The plural is even more fun! It adds an extra syllable, just for fun! Bourgeoisie. Boo-zhwa-szie. (Yes, this is how I entertain myself.) It means middle-class. Usually narrow-minded middle-class. I like saying bourgeois more than middle-class. It's so much snobbier.