Saturday, December 31, 2011

Way back when, like the first years of Ten Mile, I would have to spend Sundays apologizing for the errors involved in the blog during the previous week. That was courtesy of a reader that really read the blog and knew or questioned the stories I published.

Of course, I got tired of it. Silly you. However, it was good practice. Things have gone fairly well since the reader has moved along – although his absence has deprived me of a friend. Well, that’s a questionable statement as events unfolded.

Saturdays were the day I’d receive the email detailing the errors of my ways and I’d dread the appearance of the same; re-hashing the events scribed on Sunday and then creating the Sunday corrections post.

This Saturday I woke, when opening the past file folder, to the fact I’ve lost track of the previously published story series. Having started without a system, just posting without rhyme (the reason is obvious, I needed a day away from home and a post), I would grab a story, stick it in the white board and key the post and carry-on my life.

It is Saturday. I haven’t a clue as to which stories I’ve published here and I haven’t bothered to write a new one especially for the Saturday offering. Therefore, I find myself offering a Saturday Apology.

Not to be gain said, I will, rather than write a story, begin the New Year – next week – with a Saturday offering. No more previously published stories.

Having said that, I’m now contemplating a very bad year. You realize do you not, that forces me into a commitment for fifty stories next year. Even Mark Twain didn’t do that. Even most writers won’t do that.

In case your wondering since when has the year devolved to fifty weeks from fifty two. Well, simple. The promise of Saturday stories constitutes a New Years resolution.

And those, for sure, are made to be broken.

photoshare Portriat Of A Jackdaw Spijkenisse Netherlands Mooween

See you all next year. Have a good transition.


From the reaches,

Ten Mile

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s