March madness
On St. Paddy’s day, It always leaves me a little green.
March: The redheaded stepchild of months. Somebody PLEASE give it a decent name.
When March comes my way, I can’t even dream right.
What else can you say about waking up at 1 in the morning to a could-be-tenor/could-be-alto voice yelling out, “Somebody help me!”
Well, I looked to the left, I looked to the right, and neither the Fat White Dog nor Dingo Mutt were talking.
Could I go back to sleep. Of course not.
So here I sit, typing on a keyboard that contains more hair than the cat who likes to lay on it.
Time is supposed to march on, but the month of March is the leftover winter that people are sick of eating. It’s time to push this turkey to the back of the fridge and let it morph into George Carlin’s famous meat-cake.
March is the worst month ever! Always has been.
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Around here, April is usually worse! We have decent weather in March and then April becomes colder and windy for some reason.
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That sounds dreadful.
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I think you should consider writing comedy, humour, satire if you ever tire of Sci-fi. 🙂
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My first book is comedy/satire SciFi. 🙂
The books get a bit darker as the series progresses, but there’s still a lot of, “What the hell? You can’t make this stuff up *giggle*,” in the later books, too.
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Cool, obviously with my deepest apologies I haven’t got far into your book. Having time to read has become a lovely but distant memory. 🙂
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