I’m not narrating this one, I’m actually typing it.
BREAKING MY OWN RULES. LOOK AT THIS ANARCHY, BABY.
I remember the oddest things. I remember sitting with my writing group—
—WITH WHOM I HAVE NOT BEEN ABLE TO CONGREGATE WITH SINCE MARCH OF LAST YEAR—
—and one of my best friends laughed and pointed out a typo, or a “nanoism,” she’d discovered in the book she was editing.
“The green couch was green,” was the gist of the thing.
I still find this kind of repetitive emphasis entertaining. Perhaps not cracking up laughing until you cry and your stomach cramps, but more cleverly amusing.
And thus, I still use it with excessive excessiveness.
See what I did there? 😁
I have a book, I titled it “Space Cats From Space,” because clearly “Space Cats” doesn’t tell you enough about the cats themselves. Are they Space Cats, but from Earth? Actually, technically, yes. But you don’t know that when you start the story, and so that is not the title.
It would, however, make a great sequel title. I don’t even need to take notes to remember that one.
And now I have a post entitled Creative Creativity. Not the other kind of creativity. Not the routine kind, not the scheduled kind, not the mindless kind, the creativity that is in it’s very nature creative in either it’s execution or it’s delivery.
Okay, fine. I’m really just pulling things out of my butt. I don’t know what the video will be like, but I have a title, dagnabit!