An ouroboros is a symbol, which is often shown as a dragon or a snake eating its own tail. It stands for the cycle of beginnings and endings, and alas, I have arrived at that particular point. After that 2012 year-ender report, I would like to announce that my new blog is up and running. This is my new blog:
At this early point, I’m in the process of editing and reposting most of my original compositions into that blog, but I have already lined up several topics under an apt theme, which I would neatly summarize as “new.” I hope that you would all switch over to that blog where I will continue my literary adventures, rants, and other randomness. Thank you for all your support, everyone!
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 2,000 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 3 years to get that many views.
Click here to see the complete report.
This is definitely why I love WordPress! They make me — and hopefully others — feel good about blogging!
I’m just chiming in to let you all know that I’m still alive. Much to most people’s dismay, I haven’t been eaten by trolls, werewolves, or mosquitoes. By all that’s holy, I swear that they — referring to the mosquitoes — have been growing larger. I’m still alive, and just recently, have recently cooked up some shenanigans this December.
I’ll be on leave for a fat week plus the weekends, Christmas Eve and Christmas day! Hooray!
With all that time in my hands, I plan to redesign the blog and post a couple of stories that have been incubating in my brain for months now. I can’t wait for that time to come.
I will really be super busy this week, but what’s that wait compared to enjoyment that I’ll feel!
I’ve spread myself too thin like butter on too much… nope, not bread because that’ll mean that I’ve just grabbed the words Bilbo said to Gandalf. Since I’m leaning heavily on a vegetable and fish diet, I’ll just say that it’s like dropping just a spoonful of butter in the Pacific-ocean sized cauldron full of carrots, peas, and corn. I guess, you get the picture.
With everything in my life going south, not to the Haradrim, by the way, I’m forced to lie low on my writing and focus on real life. My mom’s in the hospital for the fourth time this year. Congestive heart failure. The office also needs me desperately, and I can hardly find enough time to rest or blog — again with this excuse. I do have a lot of stories in mind, but I really can’t focus on anything right now. The best that I can do might be sentences every now and then. I might also switch layouts to Runo Lite. If you think I should go for it — if I ever get to tinkering with my blog again — please drop your vote in the comments section.
Please pray for me, but please pray for my mom’s total healing. Thanks for understanding!
By the way, butter’s heavenly taste becomes impotency under that kind of dilution, or so I think. I just had to use the word for the sake of the people who clicked on this due to that word.