As a writer of naughtiness on occasion, I have mixed feelings about the words ‘hump day.’
In the spirit of total transparency, I have issues with the appropriation of many words and colloquiums.
I rather like the term gay as happy. Now, if you were to say ‘I feel so gay,’ people would look at you strangely and might say, good for you for coming out.
Imagine you are at a social event, and you are feeling rather ‘gay.’ You see your man friend drinking a girly drink with that skewer of pineapple and maraschino cherry. Not wanting your friends to think him effeminate, you go and steal it playfully. You then look at him with a cat-like grin, tell him ‘ha, I got your cherry.’
How might that conversation go?
While hump day is the reaching of the precipice of the week, and then the egress down the other side, how many of us think something very different? That is one reason I think Wednesday night church service is a bad idea. At the end of hump day, I don’t want to be thinking about Jesus on the cross.
If you are a regular, you no doubt have read the second act of The Three Hundred.
I was reading it over last night and found more typos than I usually allow but, I left them for this reason.
When you write something, don’t be so hard on yourself. My mistakes occur because I think much faster than I can get the ideas down on paper. In one sentence, there is ‘door something and door’ again. One tip I usually use is to read it aloud. Printing is also an excellent way to catch errors.
I will go back and correct it soon.
I started ACT III, and I hit a stumbling block.
Here is a question for you who follow me. Should I have them find living Martians or …should I have them find evidence of Martians?
I told you when I started, I was offering you the chance to have input, there It is.
Say something in the comments below.
Until then, my lovelies, stay safe, sane, and remember it is Hump day. Make sure your loved ones know you are thinking of them.
Much Love -TW