Dear, dear wonderful 45 degrees,
Stay awhile. Please.
Melt the snow. Make it warm.
Run a temperature if you like. I’ll keep you company until you feel better.
Just don’t leave. That would be sad.
Hooray! It’s a new year!
If I were to write a summary of 2011, well, we’d be here a long time. Both because of the length of the post and because I would be hard pressed to put much of 2011 into words. Things happened that I can’t even coherently talk about to myself.
Regardless, it’s been one eye-opening, busy, fun, scary, exciting, wild ride. And we’re just getting started.
Here comes another year with all its challenges and opportunities. Check your chute, ’cause we’re going in.
Shifting shadows around my bed
Recall a nightmare that filled me with dread.
I’m afraid to get up as I sit here and quake,
But, now calming down, I do a double take.
Though fear is still present, I become aware
That I cannot remember what gave me a scare.
And replacing the terror, annoyance now grows.
I could’ve used that in my next work of prose!
With discontented mutterings filling my brain,
I snuggle up with my pillow and fall asleep again.
I’m surprised at myself. I spent the last four or five months of my life directing a web series and I never mentioned it on this blog about my life!
Well. Month of the Novel is a comedy web series based on NaNoWriMo. The show chronicles the adventures of a writer and her characters as she attempts to write 50,000 words in 30 days. It was designed to give NaNoWriMo participants a hilarious five-minute break from writing each week in November. Continue reading
I’m desperately dancing
’round an underfoot hound.
As about me she’s prancing
in excitement unbound.
She wants to come in!
She wants to go out!
She just has to see
if there’s a critter about!
And then since there’s not
she really must show
precisely how much she loves me and so
she piles wet kisses upon my elboww.
(Which caused that typo up above.
How dangerous can be puppy love!)
You used to be an inspiring sight as you floated above my head.
I craned my neck to see you soaring, or laid on my back in the tickly grass and dreamed as you changed shape before my eyes.
You filled my mind with whimsical thoughts and flights of fancy as you effortlessly hung high in midair, leaving me breathless.
So.
Why did you have to shatter into so many tiny pieces and drift down here for me to step on?
Why couldn’t you stay where you were so majestic to look at?
And why did you have to be so cold when you got here?
Sigh.
My dreams are torn apart when I realize you’re not what I let myself believe you were.
But I’ll keep believing it anyway…
I used to think rain was an annoyance. It was something that made my day dreary. I would see the rain through the window and immediately slow down. The day became a drag and my work suffered for it.
Something changed recently and now I look forward to the rain. Seeing it on the forecast brightens my week. And I’m disappointed if a chance of showers doesn’t hold true.
But why? Continue reading
My dearest Oxford Comma,
I love you. There will never be any doubt about that.
I will never, ever let you go. You are so lovely when you sit quietly in my sentence, keeping its meaning clear. You are beautiful, practical, and indispensable.
I know that many people hate you. Please understand that I will defend you to the last. I will protect you from those who want to abolish you and I won’t let them hurt you.
Yours affectionately,
Jordan
This came first:
Then this showed up recently:
Personally, I think Brave looks way more interesting. 
(Dear reader, if you’ve been following my blog because you enjoy my writing style, I advise you to skip this post. And if you have any aversion to netspeak or a weak stomach, definitely skip this post. But if you have a weird sense of humor, do read on.)
So this egg is on a leaf k? And then like the egg hatches. There’s a caterpillar now and he’s like Im so hungry Im gonna die!
So next he’s like eating all the leaves he can find going om nom nom nom nom. And he keeps going om nom nom nom nom on the leaves and gets more and more ginormous.
Then he’s like wow Im so fat i think ill sleep so he crawls up high and hangs down like a j. Then he turns into a chrysalis. That’s like you know a little bed.
Then there’s like a week and suddenly the chrysalis turns black. The caterpillar wakes up and goes like whoa I’ve been asleep for way too long and I’m late.
He sticks his head out and looks and sees he’s not a caterpillar anymore no he’s something else. W00t Im a butterfly he says and flies off to do whatever butterflies do. The end.
(Okay, I didn’t know I could write something like that. I don’t anticipate it becoming my normal style, but I thought it was funny… Kind of a sarcastic rant commenting on the state of English in our society.)
