Cross

Whenever I watch that, I want to write it.

So, what's next?

I think recently I finished the revisions, edits, and endings to a book of short stories called Happy Rock. I think so, but I am not sure.

I am not sure about a lot of things. I am, as the name of this blog indicates, not sure how to blog and being unsure I haven't decided that it is impossible. I am not sure when a story is finished, and because of that I have decided that a story is never finished and I am allowed to tinker with it for as long as I live.

I am not sure how to write a novel, so I think perhaps I am writing a novel write now. It has beetles in it. The beetles perform surgical procedures.

That's all I will say about that.

Because I am not sure what else to say. Not sure how much to say. Not sure why I felt like saying that.

What happens if it is never finished—which, I think I have established, it never will be—and I have mentioned it here. Will you hold me to it? You? Will you ask me about it? Will you ask me about the progress of it? Will you hold me to it?

Who are you? Please tell me who you are.

Can you blog?

Can you finish a story?

Can you use a beetle to perform a surgical procedure?

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I was going to write about gnomes. I have been thinking about gnomes.

This is a gnome:



This is a gnome:



Did the first gnome simply wish to rub noses with the Argentinians? The theme song to David the Gnome says that if your heart is true, you will find them, too. Does this indicate that the Argentinians terrorized by the terror gnome simply had true hearts?

This is another song about gnomes:



Gong wrote about gnomes:



To disparage Swiss bankers, people call them The Gnomes of Zurich. This is because gnomes live underground and hoard their wealth.

I have wondered in the past if the gnome was an anti-semitic symbol of some sort.

People put gnomes in their gardens for some reason. They seem to me to invite people into your garden. Because they aren't scary. You could step on them very easily. And that would be the end of them. Do you want people in your garden? Is that it? Do you? Where people go, rabbits are almost guaranteed to follow.

You didn't think about that, did you? I thought not.

Silly you.

That's some stuff about gnomes. You should nominate the gnome portion of this blog post for a Pushcart Prize.