An Alphabet of Sarah

These are a few of my favourite things …

A             Awkward Love Letters

B             Board Games

C             Crafts!

D             Dinosaurs

E              Earls, of the Historical Romance Variety

F              Felicia Day ❤

G             Geeking out about Marvel Movies

H             HARRY POTTER! (Still? Always!)

I               Instagram Filters

J              Julia, obviously

K             Kevin too, I suppose

L              Lord of the Rings (and the Hobbit Too)

M            Mercy Thompson Books by Patricia Briggs

N             Nieces and Nephews (Munchkin Love)

O             October and all things Fall

P             Penguins! ALL OF THE PENGUINS!

Q             Quotes about ridiculous-ness

R             Robots, preferably ones that aren’t out for world domination

S              Scrapbooking

T              Travelling

U             Umbrellas and Rainy Days

V             Vancouver Island Explorations and Hiking Dates

W            Writing, every day, all the time, forever

X             X-Men

Y              Yogilates ❤

Z              ZUMBA!

I am currently working on some Alphabet Quiet Books for my niece and nephew, filling them with alphabets of animals and objects that I believe they should know and love (I plan on introducing them to many a Fandom) and thus had personalized alphabets on the brain.

Also, I suffer from a lack of inspiration today so this is all you get.

Finally, Dear Reader, I promise to start writing again soon though I really have been enjoying my temporary hiatus/vacation.

the “ish” factor (or, I used to be funny)

I can picture you reading this right now, leg over your knee as the news loads in the background, thinking to yourself “What happened? She used to be funny.” You shake your head in disappointment.

You’re right. I was funny (at least, I was funnier). And now? Well, now the only laughs I get are from jazz hands and Potter enthusiasm. It’s tragic. As a beautiful-ish girl what else do I have to fall back on if not my illustrious (and unpaying) career as a blogger?

Nothing. I have nothing to fall back on. My Potter jokes will only carry me so far in life.

(Here’s one for you:
Knock Knock
Who’s there?
You know.
You know who?

BAM! That’s right, I went there.

I suppose I could try to take up serious writing (since Sirius writing has already been done … thank you, JKR!).

But serious fiction has never been my forte. I tend to veer too far into the “angst zone” when writing fiction and, as I am not a twelve year old girl or Stephenie Meyer, I can’t really get away with it.

Another option would be for me to retire from blogging all together. Write one last post for my loyal follower and gracefully bow out, never to blog again. But that option doesn’t sit well with me. (Not out of any faith in my ability to overcome this lull, or any misplaced stubbornness. No, I can’t retire because I can’t leave on such a low note. I need to wait until I get some laughs, bring tears to your eyes, or at the very least get sued by Nicholas Sparks for my past and future tirades.)

Really, the only path I can take is to continue posting, revelling in my mediocrity and “ish-factor”. Don’t worry, I promise to throw in the occasional lolcat and someecards picture so you can at least laugh at something.

PS. Admit it, you laughed at the knock knock joke. Don’t worry, I did too.