H.o.p.: So without anything in my body, I would be kind of hollow?
Me: Yep.
H.o.p.: And I could hit it like a drum.
Me: Yep. (If you could move, which would be a unique event in history.)
H.o.p. (reading my mind): Well, I couldn’t. But you could.
P.S. Talk about wasting time. I’m going crazy with WordPress Categories tonight. Which is a great way of wasting time when you’re trying to think of where to next carry your fiction.
P.P.S. Seriously, I’m now deep deep into some serious wasting time with WordPress categories, trying to figure out what to put where and how to phrase a category so that I don’t have 1001 rather than 101. It’s going to drive me bonkers, which is why I gave it so little thought before. Because I know better than to present myself this kind of task. Some technical flukes that are driving me to further reaches of derision have to do with WordPress, when I view a blog to add categories, capriciously switching a post to Private or Draft and even sometimes changing the date to the present, so I then have to go back and make reparations on top of it all. Plus, every so often it will add in categories that I didn’t toggle! Absurd categories for a post! Ah, but it hardly matters. I don’t think readers will ever pay attention to categories. I’m doing it for me. And I’ve got two years of blogging to categorize. That should keep me from working on fiction for another week.
