Writing in Death

This post is an announcement.

We here at CarrPeeDiem are pleased to announce that, with Carrie no longer on the internet, what with having friends and a job and a life, all of which she loves more than us, we have decided to bring fresh blood into the blog in order to keep the synergistically fast-moving energy of our community outward intentions active.

You heard me right.

I would like to welcome our new blogger...Nora Roberts, everybody! Say hi!

Hello.

The other day I was writing a novel dilligently. I was working quickly with my hands a blur of motion like rain over the keyboard that I typed on sparingly when I received a phone call from Pete. I cradled the phone to my ear.

"It's Pete!" Pete said gustily.

"I thought I told you never to call here," I said angrily.

"I know," Pete mused thoughtfully, "But I had to. We need someone to talk on our blog!"

"I don't do blogs," I enunciated clearly, "Blogs are for wannabe writers."

"Don't you keep a journal of some sort?" Pete inquired questioningly.

"Yes," I replied informingly, "But I write the entries on hundred dollar bills."

"Oh," Pete muttered murmeringly. "I see."

ANd he hung up.

An hour later, there was a knock at my door and Pete asked me to smell this rag, which I did, and that's how I woke up groggily in this basement where no one is feeding me and I have to post or --

Sorry folks, Nora had to run! What a great gal! She'll be back with further tidbits in future weeks, though! Ha! Ha!