Neanderpundit

It’s not a surprise that he’s my favorite blogger- and new favorite author.

Partially, because he gets it.

Partially because he stretches my mind. I can read Kim Du Toit all day long- he’s bright and well educated, and well spoken; a joy to read even if only for the subject matter. Poretto, on the other hand, is the only blogger I occasioanlly have to open a dictionary to read. It makes it more of a challenge, and if you don’t seek out challenge in your daily life, stretch your brain, so to speak, you’re already dying. In the post I’ve linked to, he describes the skills good authors have, and how they use them to attract and capture their audience. mr Poretto is dead on, as usual, and gives excellent examples.
Here are a few of my own:
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It’s hump day, and I’m just about to the point tonight where I should have been the day before I left on vacation, two weeks ago.

It feels good to get back to work, as odd as that may seem, frankly I love the job but I needed this break. I will be much more productive now, at least partially as a result of the break, and partially as a result of some internal changes to my company that I think are going to make the gig an absolute blast, at least for me.

I’m also pumped about the postal match. I intend to practice saturday and sunday and shoot sunday, and I look forward to tabulating the results.

Now, I’d better get my butt back to the grindstone. I’m not going to stress myself out just sitting here yapping.

Your humble narrator, last week.

I don’t tell people I’m going on vacation, as a general rule, (well, except my employer) so I’ve been having my evil minions deal with the workload here in my absence. Well, maybe just naughty minions. Yes, I have minions, shut up about it. Anyway, I spent the last nine days soing what you see above, laying facedown in the waters of Lake Huron, snoring through a snorkel. I do this every year. I lay in the water and sleep, a brick tied around my foot so I don’t drift away. Last year someone thought I was a floater and called the Coast Guard. Three years ago, I was rescued, rather against my will.

Where I go, there are no computers. No fax machines. No cellphone coverage to speak of. Barely electricity.

What there is, is water. The drill is this: swim. Float. Play with daughter. Stay in the lake till you get blips (blips is 8 yearoldspeak for Blue Lips) Trudge through the sand to the cottage and lie naked on the bed drying off while reading. Drift off to sleep. I read 23 novels in 9 days. I never once saw a CRT, a weblog, or an email. It was heavenly.

Now I’m back and tickled to be. Let’s all go shoot something!!