I'm trying to get back into the blogging habit, so I'm going to shoot for every Monday. Plus IWSG and the Cephalopod Coffee house. That's like [counts on fingers...carries the two...why is there a remainder?] six posts a month. I'm not going to really plan the types of posts I'll do. I'll just see where I end up. Just be prepared to hear me talk about myself - saying the same things over and over again - a lot.
It's summer time, school is out for everyone, and I'm still not writing
like I should. It's not even writer's block; it's just writer's meh. I really need to set a schedule for myself, but I'm not
one for setting my own schedule. I need structure imposed on me by an external force.
Things are looking better for me this month. After two months on unemployment, I have a new job starting next week. It was the first job I seriously went for, and I was surprised that I was hired. I will be working at the local hospital as a unit secretary/cardiac monitor tech/patient care assistant/whatever they tell me to do. Since I have no medical background, I thought the job was a long shot, but I figured since I was going to school for radiography, and I was likely going to work in a hospital in the future, I should at least try to get my foot in the door. I'm so ready to go back to work. This is the longest I've ever gone without a job since I was sixteen.
Not much else going on. I'll be back for IWSG on Wednesday.
I've been busy. There's no other way to explain where I've been for the last 7 or so months. I have been psyching myself up to get back into the blogging game for a while, but I had to first decide what I really wanted this blog to be. So sit back and relax, prepare your bag of sighs and eye rolls as I unveil yet another Blog Manifesto from yours truly.
I originally started A Creative Exercise to have a place to write, to improve my writing and to meet other writers. I started off strong - well strong for me - but I soon found that this little online space I had made for myself had little focus, and I just don't have the attention span to keep up a rigorous posting schedule. So I had to ask myself, "Self, if you're going to keep this up, what do you really want A Creative Exercise to be? What do you expect to get out of it? What can you do to meet those expectations?"
It's taken me a couple of months to figure it out, but I think I finally have. I ne…
Welcome to the Cephalopod Coffeehouse hosted by the Armchair Squid. The
purpose of the Coffeehouse is to share the best book you read in the
This month is sort of a cheat. I read And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie. It wasn't the best book I read, but it was the only book I read this month, so I'm reviewing it for you.
Ten strangers are invited to a secluded island, under the pretense of employment, meeting old friends or simply a week long vacation. Once there, however, their mysterious and absent host accuses each of them of causing the deaths of others. Most of the guests refuse to accept responsibility for the deaths, and those that do show no remorse for them. In short order, the guests begin to die in various mysterious, and not so mysterious, circumstances.
And Then There Were None is often considered to be Agatha
Christie's best work, and according to the Author's Note in the version I
read - which was taken from her own autobiography - it…