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I know that I haven’t posted in a few days. Just so you know, I actually have plenty to say, I’m just busy messing about with html things. I’m not good with html, so it’s taking a lot longer than it would… oh, anyone else.

Also, if anything goes all screwy please let me know. I tend to become bold with lack of failure (not necessarily success) and start messing about where I’m not supposed to be. For instance, it took me two days to locate the area in blogger that you use to change the template code so that I could stick in something PayPerPost wants in the code. Since I worked so hard to find it… Well, why waste the discovery on just one change?

Yeah. I’m like that. But it’s ok, so long as I remember what the change I made was so that I can go back and remove it. I do it all the time with MySpace, since MySpace isn’t a big deal… so far everything I’ve tried worked.

Coming soon- two more Writer’s Reviews, a post about the lovely Simon Haynes, possibly a post about why I write the writer’s reviews, anything that crops up in the mean time, and whatever else I feel like posting.

I was reading a post by Gracepub on her recent hotel horror story, and it reminded me of a motel I stayed at once.

I grew up in Pennsylvania, and my maternal grandparents were out in Oklahoma. When I was very young, my dad usually drove straight through to get there, but stopped at a hotel on the way back. When I was a little older and had friends travel with me, we stopped at a hotel each way.

One such trip, my parents decided to only stop early so my friend and I could use the pool and take a nap. Since it was only for a few hours they picked the cheapest motel with a pool that they could find.

My friend and I had only hung out at the pool for a few minutes, when a policeman came out and told us to clear the pool area. Um, ok. We went back to the room and peeked out through the window.

Cops. A bunch of them. They were standing around a few feet from our room and looking up at a room slightly to the side and on the next floor. We began freaking out, imagining that whoever the cops had cornered would somehow pretend to go along quietly, then break loose and into our room.

It took the cops about 45 minutes to get the guy down and to clear out of the area. We all tried to relax, but after an hour or so gave up, piled into the van and finished the trip. We never found out what all of the fuss was about, but we figured it wasn’t a good situation since there were so many cops, and they all remained on the ground. I remember that later my father had gone out while the cops were out there, and found out that there was a woman with him- who seemed mostly confused.

The end result is that no one in my family has ever stayed at a cheap motel since.

I’ve been a wee bit busy, and procrastinating at the same time. Ok, I’ve been busy procrastinating.

Anyway. The first link I have to share is a brand new blog by a co-worker of mine. Basically, it’s about how he picks up girls. Ok, it’s a little more than that. There was a time when he’d lost all of his confidence with girls until one day when he decided to just change that. And then he collected a bunch of stories that are, in all likely-hood, true. He tells me a few every day, so in a way I’m responsible for his starting the blog.

It’s called What Has Worked For Me. And Travis- I don’t want to catch you over there unless it’s for writing research. He intends to update it weekly.

The second link is one of those “I should have been here long ago, but by the time I was done procrastinating, I’d forgotten” things. Brian A. Klems is an editor at Writer’s Digest, and lately, he’s been commenting on a few blogs that I frequent. I always meant to check out his blogs, but never quite got around to it. Today I went ahead and checked them out. I enjoyed everything I read, but it was this post (scroll down to My Six Things) that just encompasses why I’ve always enjoyed his Q&A column.