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cARtOONSdAY: sHE sAID, hE sAID
Women are from Hash tag; Men are from Asterisk.
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Monday morning writing joke: “Pox review”
I wrote a response, but chickened out and didn’t send it.
I’m a writer and I don’t get no respect. Just yesterday I saw a review of my latest novel. The critic said: “This book will leave its marks on literature — like chicken pox.”
Couldn’t she have at least said, “small pox”?
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Sunday silliness: “Feeling insipid today”
Feeling insipid today
by David E. Booker
Feeling insipid today.
Side pain won’t go away.
My workload’s here to stay.
Yes, feeling insipid today.
Co-worker asked me out
So she can just re-spot
The things this place is about
That only make me shout:
Feeling insipid today.
You’re a pain that won’t go away.
My work life should here stay.
Yes, feeling insipid today.
Her offer I did decline,
Being of a simple mind
That re-living this place confined
Is ridiculous beyond sublime.
Gallbladder must come out.
Sits under my liver and pouts,
Feels like it’s putting out grout.
The pain just makes me shout:
Feeling insipid today.
This pain in my side’s Grade A.
My gallbladder should go away.
Yes, feeling insipid today.
If one part of the body is enlightened, is all enlightened?
Of it, I’ll make a shrine.
Next to my Buddha you’ll find
Its new home in the brine
With spirituality refined:
I’ll feel less insipid that day
Surgery will have taken away
The pain that’s made me say:
“Yes, feeling insipid today.”
Vita absurd est
That’s just my best guess
About this entire mess
That I try to digest.
Work is rife with strife
My gallbladder has a new life
Due to a surgeon’s knife
And yet it won’t suffice:
Feeling insipid today
This pain won’t go away.
My overload’s here to stay.
Yes, feeling insipid today.
[Editor’s note: been feeling a bit under the weather these past few days, so have not been at the blog entry writing as much. I hope to feel better soon. And if wondering, it is not a gallbladder issue. A draft of this poem was written long before today. I was only thinking that for the one or two people who read and enjoy (or at least tolerate) my posts, I needed to post a piece of work of some sort.]
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cARtOONdAY: tHE gROWTH OF iNSPIRATION
Inspiration can come from almost any dirty little part of your life.
Filed under cartoon by author, CarToonsday, inspiration, noir
Monday morning writing joke: “All ‘choked up”
Sometimes his writing “chokes” me up.
I’m a writer and I don’t get no respect. I was at a holiday party for writers the other night when I heard someone say of my latest work: “Reading his novel is like eating an artichoke: you have to go through so much to get a little.”
I wasn’t hungry after that.
Monday morning writing joke: “Best seller”
Sometimes “coal” comes in strange forms.
I’m a writer and I don’t get no respect. Just the other day, I saw Santa Claus. I said, “Hey Santa, I want a best seller. Just one best seller. That’s all I ask. That’s all I work for. Can you help me out?”
On Christmas morning I found a Stephen King novel under my tree. A used one at that.
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cARtOONSDAY: aLTERED eGO
Faster than plummeting sales, stronger than a bad review, able to leap a tall stack of rejection slips in a single bound. It’s … it’s … it’s ….
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Monday morning writing joke: “Strike while hot”
Sometimes the white hot heat of passion is misleading.
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Silly Saturday: “Santa’s Setback”
This is a note to tell you
that Wall Street has taken away
the things I really needed:
my workshop, my reindeer, my sleigh.
I now make my rounds on a jackass;
he’s old and crippled and slow.
So, if you don’t see me come Christmas,
I’ll be out on my ass in the snow.
Santa mounts a new challenge.
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Monday (morning) evening writing joke
Sometimes, good things take time; and awful things can take even longer.
I’m a writer and I don’t get no respect. A few months back at a writing conference, I happen to talk to an agent and I asked her what was the most important thing she looked for in a manuscript. She said, “Good writing.”
When I got home I immediately sent her my manuscript.
Then I heard nothing.
And after a few more months, I still heard nothing.
Eventually I caught up with the agent at another writing conference and I was about to ask her why I hadn’t heard from her, when she raised a hand and said two words: “Still looking.”
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