I SO Need This Shirt . . .



("Be Careful, or I'll kill you in a book.")

Or this one . . .



("Please do not annoy the writer. She may put you in a book and kill you.")

Aren't those just priceless? So you've been given fair warning--don't make me mad or you might just become a character in my murder mystery (perhaps even the murderer himself/herself . . . egads!)

Of course, this would involve me actually sitting down and working on my novel. I really need to be doing that . . .

In other writing news--I have progressed really well on the articles I have due this week (you know, the writing that actually DOES bring in a check). I have to finish two more by tomorrow, but they are proceeding well. I have them both drafted out with all the information put into the right places. Just need to actually sit down in front of the computer screen and get them written today.

In other random news today--

Today is "Ask a Stupid Question Day."

Of course, my stupid question of the day is, "Who in the heck comes up with special days like this to celebrate?"

Apparently, according to the website I discovered that shares the arrival of days such as this--and others like "Fortune Cookie Day," which we missed back n the 13th, "National Cheeseburger Day" on the 18th, and "Elephant Appreciation Day" on the 22nd--this day was set up in order to give you:

"the opportunity to speak up, and to ask all those questions you were afraid to ask. All those questions that you thought were too stupid or dumb to ask, have been piling up all year long. Today is the day to unload them. C'mon give it a try. Nobody will laugh . . . we hope." (This is from www.holidayinsights.com)

The website also gave me some information about the origin of this so-called holiday, saying:

"The roots of this special day goes back to the 1980's. At the time, there was a movement by teachers to try to get kids to ask more questions in the classroom. Kids sometimes hold back, fearing their question is stupid, and asking it will result in ridicule.Teachers created this day on September 28, If it fell on a weekend, they would celebrate it on the last day of the month."

(So there's somthing else we schoolchildren of the 1980s have to be proud of! I'm thinking that I probably directly contributed to this holiday, based on the stupid questions I asked my 11th grade Chemistry teacher Mrs. Coley--bless her heart!!--back in 1985!)

So, let's take advantage of this once--in-a-year event and ask a stupid question. Because, as you know . . .

"There's no such thing as a stupid question" (according to all those teachers from years ago)

"Stupid is as stupid does" (according to my man Forrest Gump)

"This might sound stupid but . . ."

and

"Do you think I'm stupid enough to fall for that?"