Free For All Fridays: Ultimately Bloggy

The day of writing about whatever. *****

I am doing The Ultimate Blog Challenge Again. This is the challenge where you blog every day for a month and post it to social media so people can come see how brilliant you are. And you have to read other people's blogs in the challenge and leave comments on how brilliant they are. I've done it before and succeeded. I've done it before and failed.

I am channeling Celeste (I'll tell you about her sometime) and predicting - that this time I will succeed. Why? Because this time I have some direction in my blog. In case you haven't noticed, each day has a specified purpose - all related in someway to my books or me. Yes, people, it's all about me. I want to talk about me. I think that's a cue for a song. Anyway... Monday - is Make it Mondays. This is the day I write about something I've made because I'm a crafty person who writes about craft stores in my The Orchards of Marina Colleen series. See how that works? Crafty stores in the series so far...Thimble Fingers (the needlework shop), Turtle Soup Studios (the art shop), Rumplestiltskein's (the yarn shop). And coming this Christmas if I can get my act together is Ebeneezer's which is the Christmas store and they're doing a play. There are many other stores, crafty and none, in my mall and those books will be written one day too. So far I've posted about things I was paid to make, a cowl I knitted (along with a pattern) a play I directed, and Finnish pancakes along with the recipe. Tuesday - Treasure Tuesdays - This is the day of writing, reading, and books. So this is where I'm posting writing tips, writing adventures, book reviews and anything related to this subject. So far I've written about my first paid published work which was in a Chicken Soup book, the Oxford comma, and book reviews of books by Beth Moore and Corrie Ten Boom. Wednesday - Women's Wednesday - It's all about the women. Specifically women writers and women in literature. Topics so far are Beverly Cleary, Agatha Christie, and Nancy Drew. And why is that? Because I'm a woman - writing. Writing something. It may not be literature, but it's something. Thursday - Throwback Thursdays - no not throw-up Thursday - although you might do that when you read my work. This is the day when I step back in time to when I wrote a humor column back when I had little inspirations running around and eating food and learning to drive cars. So far there's stories of getting lost in a maze, a child that couldn't get off the stage, cats, and a retelling of a fairy tale having to do with shoes which I would love if I could actually wear. Friday - Free for all Fridays. This is the day where I write about anything I please like this blog post. It's that day where a subject doesn't fit anywhere else. Although I guess the bookshelf post could have been on Treasure Tuesdays. Note - there is a right way to organize your books and it's not backwards. I also wrote about my friend's garden in my yard and Helen Reddy before she died. Which I hope is not an omen about people dying after I salute them. Honestly I did not know that was going to happen just a week after posting it. Saturday - Stomping Ground Saturdays. My books take place on Vancouver Island where I live. So I'm writing about that. It's kind of hard with Covid because I'm not doing a lot of running around right now. It's hard to run while wearing a mask - yes, I'm a Karen who can't breathe in a mask. Okay? I'm not refusing to wear a mask. I'm not having hissy fits over it. I'm just avoiding doing it as much as possible. Apologies to all Karens out there who are good people and don't deserve to have your name abused. Anyway, I wrote about where Vancouver Island is and a brief history, rhododendrons, Butchart Gardens, and the fact that I couldn't see the ocean for several days because of the smoke from Washington State. Sunday - Spiritual Sundays. I pretend I'm a minister on that day. I've written about the search for happiness, rocks, worry, and singing. While I write it, I imagine myself preaching it to a packed congregation (no covid worries because it no longer exists and you can actually hug people and see their smiles) who are hanging on to my every word and telling me how wonderful I am. And then I repent for thinking of myself as wonderful because that's narcissistic. So there I am. The wo-man (emphisis on man so it rhymes) with a plan. See, am, man, plan, it rhymes. Although I'm not a man. I don't want to be a man. And although I am highly attracted to men, I also think that.. oh never mind. Did you know that you can go to FB jail for saying "biological girls" because that's hate speech to recognize that those kind of girls exist? Don't ask me how I know this.