It’s the start of a New Year but I feel like a tired old blogger whose muse packed up and left for someone younger and fresher: WordPress has deserted me. 2011 is over, so no more daft prompts; no weekly photo challenge. They did offer one of those 365-day challenges where you post a photo or write about the same thing every day for a whole year but, as I post a joke a day, I don’t feel the need to participate.
So what do I write about? I’ve done interesting dates to death. I think you’ve had enough of my life-threatening cold. Christmas will be packed away today. I’m too much in love with Edward, Bella and Jake to write sensibly about Twilight. The CoWAbunger was fun for a while but you readers aren’t wild about it, and neither am I. Today I’ve written about how I’ve nothing to write about, but I think you’d soon get bored with that.
My particular brand of humour works best when an outside source sparks a random train of thought, which is how I accidentally hit on a possible new meme: the birthday post. Belle of the Carnival started it when she commented on a date post that she wouldn’t mind her birth date being written up; several others followed suit, yesterday’s Deb post being the first chronologically. I have two others scheduled for later in the year.
So how about it? If you want me to dedicate a post to your birthday, leave a comment below with some interesting details, or email via firstname.lastname@example.org
That takes care of ten posts, I estimate; but then what?
Suggestions on a virtual postcard, please.