This is post # 987. That doesn’t mean I have posted 987 times; it means there are some 40-odd drafts that will never be posted. I am thinking, to get to my 1,000 post goal (goal post?) by my birthday next week, I will need to do something with these drafts so that they are exposed (but not read, because they got left in draft for a reason) and then post 13 real posts before next Tuesday.<\/p>\n
The Cheeseblog: Arbitrary Deadlines A Specialty!<\/b><\/p>\n
So here, in reverse chronological order dating back to 2004, are the titles of my draft posts. These poor souls will never see fulfilment, never see Paris, never see the fame and glory of their published siblings. However, having been so revealed, I can move steadily, purposefully to the goal post (post goal?) by next week.<\/p>\n
My Drafts: A Short History<\/b><\/p>\n
People Suck, Part The Infinite
\nWherein Monty Python Writes My Life and I am Coasting on Fumes Till the Holidays
\nSnows and Blows and Circus Clowns,
\nThings I Bought on my Lunch Break other than Lunch,
\nAlphabet ,
\nRecent Books I Have Read or Discarded,
\nHistory,
\nSaturday,
\nThings I Have Been Doing Whilst Not-Blogging,
\nBusiness,
\nWhat’s Nice,
\nTrees,
\nHate Hate Hate,
\nCrossing the Line,
\nPoint Taken,
\nThis is How it Goes,
\nHere Be Animals,
\nSelf Esteem,
\nThe Dark, The Dark,
\nGrumble,
\ntest,
\n8,
\nI Know What You’re Saying,
\nCan You Tell My Ass from Coldplay?,
\nSweet Baby – Week 29,
\nCombination Lock,
\n1 PM. CBC Television. ,
\nY’ever Just Wanna Say, “Hey, what is this happy crappy?”?,
\nA Love Letter,
\nFriday!,
\nNo Matter Where You Go,
\nCommunity,
\nStephen Joseph Harper!,
\nDaytime Nighttime Pick A Bale of Hmmm? What’s That You Say?,
\nAwash in Nostalgia, I Sputter & Splash ,
\n12 week Bittersweet,
\nAssorted Discoveries,
\nTo the people in the radio,
\nOH. Hi.,
\nCoinciwho?,
\nAwesome,
\nIn Which I Share my Dreams With You and Everything!,
\nTangentally Yours,
\nWherein my only resolution is to write more & what’s the point of resolving if no one can hold you to it?,
\nI’m All Choked Up,
\nIt’s a Good Thing I Find Myself Amusing,
\nIt Bears Repeating,
\nWell. There it is.,
\nTest,
\nStupid Let-Me-Down TV,
\nTwo Tier Policing?,
\nJust a small town girl ,
\nTips from the Tipster, or, New Feature That Will Last One Post Only!,
\nIn Brief,
\nMany Times I’ve Wondered How Much There is to Know,
\nPost #395,
\nLet’s Give it Up for Kamloops!,
\nMy Burrito!,
\nHoes and Coke,
\nI Have the Wrong Pants on. <\/p>\n
On reading them over, I find it strange, in an “aren’t I just the oddest duck?” sort of way, that when I write anything else in the world, be it e-mail, short fiction, poetry, essays or letters to the Editor, I write the title last but with blog posts, the title comes first, often to the detriment of the post. Especially with posts that never quite get their wings. The title I chose has, in a few of those instances, killed the post before it even had a chance to take a breath. <\/p>\n
Back to work today. Thrilled beyond belief to see what exciting and innovative things have happened during my absence. Monday resolution: be less sarcastic.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
This is post # 987. That doesn’t mean I have posted 987 times; it means there are some 40-odd drafts that will never be posted. I am thinking, to get to my 1,000 post goal (goal post?) by my birthday … Continue reading