Sorry I haven’t been around much. In fact, I have to keep this quick because my battery is running out and my charger is MIA. So, I must be brief.
I could tell you all the boring things that have been happening that keep me away from my blog. But as the name implies, not only would it be rather plain, it would also be a pretty lame attempt at trying to make you understand what’s been happening in order to smooth things over for not having written anything, but not sure that there’s any smoothing over to be done. I know you all have lives too.
See, even my writing is shabby when I just go with a dumpy first draft.
So, I’ve decided to make up an excuse about why I haven’t been blogging.
Well, you see, my plants and I are writing from a bunker at the top of a mountain. It’s an old abandoned cement thing left over from one of those wars. Anyway, the reason we’re here is because we got chased out of my place by pirates who crash-landed on their way to 2145 A.D., and needed—
Aah! I’m running out of battery! My plants are sending a message through the network of trees down the mountain, and I’m hoping that help will come soon.
My battery is almost gone. I have one last message for my Dear Readers, and that is—
They’re coming! Arun, man the cannon! Planty—here’s a rifle! Ophelia and Gloriette, go bar the doors! Gershwin, batton down the hatches!
[J.P. Leans out the window with a rifle, before typing one last message on the computer and slamming it shut one last time]