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So… it’s been a while.
Lucy has been a busy gal this summer.
But… her life should begin to settle soon. Then she can get busy with the writing.
And now Lucy shall stop referring to herself in the third person.
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I’ve been thinking a lot about how to write here. You see, I want to be honest and [...]
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.021 Hectic life
Posted in Lucy, abduction, aliens, disappearing, elyouseewhy, pride, procrastination, rewrite, short story, write, writing on July 16, 2007 | 1 Comment »
My life has been abducted by alien-zombies of the planet Stop-Procrastinating-And-Get-A-Move-On-Lucy-You-Lazy-Bum. I will be a LOT less active here for the next few weeks than I have been thus far because I will be far more active in my physical realm of being… but never you fear, I shall return!
In other news, I FINALLY finished a [...]
.006 I must must must…
Posted in Blogroll, Lucy, blogging, blogs, elyouseewhy, jsmjr, links, photography, upside-down bus, writing on June 18, 2007 | 2 Comments »
Add to my links page.
Click on the “what I love” link. Tell me all of your favorites. Tell me about your page. I must grow my list, I must. With good, quality pages. I want to read more blogs!!!
Yes, I am a strange person.
For your entertainment, I give you this picture. I giggled like a [...]
.002 Autobiography
Posted in Lucy, bestblog, blogging, blogs, body piercings, coffee, elyouseewhy, fear, fingernails, first real blog, hair dye, information, introductions, lemon popcicle, politics, starbucks, writing on June 16, 2007 | 4 Comments »
So…
I guess this is my first real blog, eh?
It would be fantastic if someone (or several ones) could help me learn how to use this WordPress. I’m trying to look at other blogs and get ideas (Best Blog on WordPress is one of my favorites), but more direct help would be nice.
It would also be wonderful if all [...]
.001 You can call me Lucy.
Posted in anonymity, elyouseewhy, first blog, introductions, writing on June 16, 2007 | 2 Comments »
Dear World,
I love to write.
And I’m good at it. (At least, that’s what I’ve been told).
I’ve also been told that I should write a book. I’ve been told by friends. By family. By strangers who have happened across my work.
Upon meeting me, one might not find me interesting or noteworthy enough to read about.
That, my friends- [...]
