Blogging Blahs
Dear fan(s?),
Although I love this site for my Official Author website, the one drawback is that blogging on it is a wearisome, tiresome, butthole-clenching array of frustration (which I am currently experiencing with a fiery ache in my entire limbic system.)
Because of this, I have been blogging on another site—a site much easier to access, navigate, and hey! It tells me when I’ve misspelled a word! Lovely. The site is called:
and my blog address there is: https://medium.com/@J.A.CWinward
One oddity about Medium is that not only are all of my POSTS on "My Stories," but so are all of my comments on OTHER stories, so some scrolling will need to be done (SIGH). Unless you are that desperate to read me, then hey, do your thing.
Unfortunately, the helpful Team-Wix cannot do a feed à la Tumblr, so you can’t read said blogs on this site, and must resort to the mind-numbing, time-consuming task of pointing and clicking from THIS site to get to my blog.
Since I know (many of? both of? the three of?) you gobble my words up like manna from one of the lesser Greek Gods, let’s say, Jeff, the God of Hairspray, I know you will be thrilled to start following me there, read every word I write, and I will not charge you one single dime to do it. That’s right. Free word-manna. The ancient Jews had to pay for their manna and words from their God with freaking penis foreskin, okay? So, you know, make sure you give an honorary chlorofluorocarbon-spray to old Jeff, in thanks for making the manna of my words available to you thusly and suchly (meaning on the above links--which have, heretofore not worked every time I've tried them. Copy and paste, you lazy bastard[s?]). *UPDATE* Links work.
(Jeff, God of Hairspray)
Goodreads dudes, you know who you are, Goodreads won’t let me change my "official blog site" on my GR author page without eradicating all of the past blogs I’ve written, and can I just say…I realize that poses an even bigger issue-thing since you go to Goodreads, want to click and open your symbolic mouths (meaning your eyes) and devour my words (meaning with your eyes) like sacred manna (meaning the words your eyes see) and goshdernit, you have to like, click THREE times to find my manna-words. But just think..."There's no place like Home..." ("Home," of course, meaning me, my words, you reading my words, you possibly touching yourself or others while reading my words...)
I’m truly, madly, deeply sorry for this inconvenience. If the Inter-web-nets would simply incarnate the way my mind works, it would all be in one place, you could read, uninterrupted, no clicking, and it would be fat-sugar-preservative-gluten-FD&C#red-free manna for your hungry little mind(s?).
As the smarmy French guy said in Raiders of the Lost Ark, “T’was not mean to be, Cherie,” (meaning him, getting it on with the foul-mouthed and dubious, if not slightly puzzling choice w/r/t female love-interest for the yummy Dr. Jones, "Marion" aka Karen Allen, as she fell to her [not death, turns out] in my [and Indy’s] worst effing nightmare.)
Bottom line? I will make it as easy as possible by linking the New Blog to this here Author Page blog title, which then appears on Goodreads.
But you have to do your part too, meaning tell people about this momentous day. Share it with the world. The QMC* is indeed blogging (follow the little star down, use your special highlighting powers) and she wants you to eat her words (meaning read them) with the gusto of an aging 18th-century French harlot in a dark alley, attending to a flagging, but still turgid, “baguette,” to feed her 8 children.
‘K?
Cool. See you on Medium.
JA *aka Queen Mother Cunt
