It happened again—a signpost to my life and the lives of so many others has gone off to wherever it is signposts go to. I’m miserable. Tom Petty not only wrote things you could drive your car really fast to, but he had a style that goofy kids like me could take on back in the mid-70s, early-80’s.
Those of you who weren’t there, dayam. I wish you could have been. But given the spike in 70s-themed shows and fashion lately, you’ll likely get a taste.
Tom Petty was cool, man, and if you don’t know who he is, I suggest you make a point of finding out tout suite.
Safe passage, brother. Hope you’re with George and Roy.
Adult, unapologetic and travellin’,
Good morning everyone. Lately, it’s been suggested to me that I get a newsletter up and running because 1) it’s a great way to connect with people who might want to pick up what I write, and 2) it forces me to use first person, a device I fervently stay away from in fiction because the “I’s” make me feel self-conscious.
I thought on it, and while the newsletter works very well for writer colleagues of mine, I can’t see myself doing it because I have Das Blog on WordPress–this wonderful space where I celebrate the publishing journey: yours, mine, everybody’s.
But here’s what I can do. I can spout off daily (or bi-daily or other daily) missives of 500 words plus or minus as the spirit moves me. Content shall be mine.
Welcome, then, to The Daily Yammer, a sub-sid of Das Blog where thoughts are short, commas are few(er), and everything said will be said so with “I”.
First person: this will take getting used to.
Adult, unapologetic and still writing fiction in third person,
Mother, Mortician, Monkey
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You will be answered. — A.B.