Not upper-crust, just crusty.
A CEASE AND DESIST ON THE POETRY
I made the decision today to permanently forego the poetry part of the blog. Partly because I got irritated having to scroll down past the lyrical loveliness to get to my entry (yes, I admit it, I re-read my own blogs. I love to tinker. It's a mild obsessive/compulsive thing), but also because I secretly felt that haughty, preppie-school-upper crust attitude creeping in whenever I looked at the pictures of the poets. Call it a latent, Catholic text-booky guilt trip, but I just couldn't take it anymore. I'm definitely not upper-crust, just a little crusty from time to time. (I've got kids and crumbs. What are you thinking?)
NEW BLOG FEATURE
Word count. That's right. I'm going to measure out my life not by coffee spoons, oooh no;rather by the numbers that so kindly appear on my screen when I click 'Tools' and 'Word Count' while working on my novel. Okay, so today's official word count is: 0. Yay! Gotta start somewhere. Maybe with coffee spoons instead.
~A.M. Adams

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