Funny Way to Find Myself

So I'm testing a link to one of my posts here and, taking my usual circuitous route, I searched on "hillhaven.blogspot.com." I discovered that I am linked to, via the word "shalt," on some word search thing (along with other references to Christian literature) thanks to my "Thou shalt not think on Mondays!" post. A few hours later, I can't find this bizarre reference again to properly credit the site, no matter how I phrase my search. Isn't that strange? It's as if this beast existed only this afternoon... the fact that it ever did exist, and found me to connect with that particular word, is even more bizarre. I don't get it.



The curse of attempting to blog on a near-daily basis is that you're gonna produce some serious drivel. (Yes, I know. This post is well qualified for that label.) I remember hearing that whatsisname who wrote R is for Rocket (at least I think it was him, and what the hell was his name??) said you have to write a thousand words a day, every day, because (and I seriously paraphrase) that's what it takes to get the bullshit out and get to the good stuff. You'll throw away 90% of all that work, most likely. Ohh, so painful! But, true, and my attachment to my silly little words doesn't really get me anywhere, nor does it save the world, so there you go. Drivel for yer Sunday evening entertainment. And, I think I'll shift my expectations to less than daily so as not to run everyone off before I even get going.



OK, Ray Bradbury wrote R is for Rocket, but that didn't sound like the right name, so I searched encore and Jack London is credited with saying he wrote a thousand words every day... however, that stands alone, so I can't be sure if that's where the idea came from about getting the drivel out. Hm. Now I'm on a mission to find this out...