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I don't know if this is how a writing blog is supposed to look. I am trying, though. If it looks funky to you (and not in a Parliament Funkadelic- George Clinton- headdressy kinda way) lemme know.

So I was looking around our bedroom at my writing guides. You know, the how-to trying to help kind of texts that advise/confuse aspiring writers? I liken these books to Great Aunts, oh, of course they MEAN well...

Some Facts About The Writing Books Currently Sharing A Residence With My Husband & I (And These Books Are NOT Paying Rent):
  • Number of Writing Books in My Collection= 29
  • Number of Writing Books with Orange or Yellow Covers=3
  • Number of Writing Books by Roald Dahl=2
  • Number of Writing Books by Celebrity Writers=2
  • Number of Writing Books with the word "Television" in the Title=2
  • Number of Writing Books with the words "Fiction" or "Short Stories" in the Title=5
  • Number of Writing Books with the words "Playwright" in the TItle=2
  • Number of Books That Flat-Out Say "Write","Writing" or "Writer(s)"=18
  • Number of Writing Books Involving Snoopy=1

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