WRITER'S BLO(G/CK)

Tomorrow is Halloween. The culminating event of spooky season. Traditionally one of my two favorite holidays. So whatever shall I talk about in today’s post.   Hmm? Lots to Say, No Room In Which to Say It The original title of this post was supposed to just be “Halloween”.   But, sometimes during the course of writing a blog post, things happen.   I don’t always write these posts in order.   I usually type in my list of subheadings, and then jump around from sub-topic to sub-topic, writing in whichever section I feel like at the time.   For this Halloween post, my subheadings included Decorating, Jack-o’-Lanterns, Skeleton Shopping, Scary Movies, Thematic Characters, Costuming, and Trick-or-Treating.   The first section I wrote was the Costuming section, and once I had finished it… I had reached my typical post length.   I apparently had a lot to say about the Halloween costumes I’ve worn over the years.   So, I stripped out all of my original subheadings and slid in new

Ah, November.   Less than a week to go now until it’s November.   All kinds of things happening then.   First off are the big ones.   Election Day ( Election Day 2022—This Time It’s Personal ), Thanksgiving, Black Friday (Always the same day as National Buy Nothing Day), and it’s internet counterpart Cyber Monday.   Also, the end of Daylight Savings Time for the year. My childhood best friend’s birthday is November 25 th , and the first time he told me when his birthday was, it was on Thanksgiving that year. As a little kid not thinking things all the way through, there were a couple of years where I thought his birthday was just always on Thanksgiving. We’ve also got All Saints’ Day, All Souls’ Day, Day of the Dead, Guy Fawkes Day, National Bison Day, Sadie Hawkins Day, and a whole host of other Days .   Several month-long things, like No Shave November, National Diabetes Month (and I think that diabetics should get a discount on their blood sugar readings in November so that

All the world loves a clown.   That’s the quote, right?   “All the world loves a clown.”   I think it’s actually a lyric from an old Cole Porter song.   All the world loves a clown.   Hmm.   Well, I love a clown, anyway.   No, that’s not quite right.   I’d like to love a clown?   Oh, I’ve got it.   I’d like to make love to a clown!   That’s the one.   Let’s talk about coulrophilia.   Previously On Writer’s Blo(g/ck)… In my last post, I discussed clowns.   I talked about how I wanted to grow up to be a clown, and why I didn’t.   I talked about a bunch of the clown characters that are parts of my stories (both written and yet-to-be).   And, me being me, I even talked about LEGO MOCs that I’d like to build that are clown-oriented.   Most of the clownness that I discussed was centered on male clowns.   I didn’t talk much about female clowns.   And while I did inform you that I didn’t have coulrophobia (the fear of clowns), I neglected to mention that I do have coulrophilia.