Some Changes

(Just a note: I do plan on writing a few actual meaningful words about the new, and old, year. I just wanted to make this announcement first. You’ll see why.)

For the new year, and for fun, I decided to blog at blogger for a while.

As usual, nothing is concrete around here, but I wanted a change. (I can see your raised eyebrows now; What? Abbie? Wanting a change? CRAZY!)

So I know you RSS subscribers are going to hate me, as well as all my lovely email update people…

…but I hope you’ll like the new place!

Could be temporary, could be permanent, but in any case, Abbie Writes can now be found

 

here

 

Come see me, and check out the shiny newness!

Well ya see, it’s like this…

I’m working on something.

It’s… well…

Oh, I can’t say it.

Hey, did you hear the one about the orange that got chicken pox?*

*Pathetic distracting tactic that didn’t work.

Okay fine, I’ll just say it:

(I’m working on a book.)

Whew. That was kind of terrifying for some unknown reason. Apparently, I’m a bit of an introvert when it comes to branching out with my writing.

So, I can’t tell you much because… well, there’s not much to tell. But I really, really want it to be a different kind of book. It’s partially a novel, that much I can tell you. Any more might give it away. (And by “it”, I mean the fact that I don’t know what it’s going to be exactly.)

If I’m absent from my blog for a while, or appear to be churning out empty, meaningless posts in the near future, you’ll know why.

I know what you’re thinking; If those are indications that Abbie’s writing a novel, it would appear that she’s been working one one for 2 years now! (You think I can’t read your thoughts… but I can.)

At any rate, there it is. Out there for the world to see.

I’m telling you guys this for two reasons;

1. I’m counting on you to hold me accountable. When February rolls around and you’ve heard hide nor hair about Abbie’s book… please shoot me a scathing email or comment and let me know that I’d BETTER finish what I start. Thank you

2. I wanna know… would you read it? I’m feeling that weird “precipice” feeling right now – you know; the one where you’re dangling out in space?? And I think I need some feedback.

Well, that’s all I have to say.

On that needy note, goodbye forever.

Abbie

Merry Christmas!

“Could it be true, this Bethlehem story of a Creator descending to be born on one small planet? If so, it is a story like no other.” – Philip Yancey

Dear Jesus,

Thank You for being more than just a story.

Love,

Abbie

 

 

 

Gasp. I’m 19.

Since no one has randomly asked me how old I am since December 19, it hasn’t really struck me yet that I’m another year older.

Usually, that flash of clarity comes when someone curiously inquires about my age, and I start to say my old age, then realize that I am, indeed, one year older.

So please, if you happen to see me on the street or run into me in Wal-Mart, do me a favor and ask how old I am.

Reality needs to set in.

 

Christmas Songs are Funny.

It’s true.

At least, to me they are. I spent many of my childhood Christmases earnestly singing “We three kings of Orientar”, and imagining the exotic Arabian kingdom of the East, Orientar, where these rich kings came from.

For years, I also sang with all my might, “Deck the halls with bowels of holly.” But that’s probably another issue for another time.

And I’ll never forget the Christmas when we were attending a rather austere Baptist church, and the choir director led the choir and congregation in solemnly singing the second verse of “Good Christian Men Rejoice”…

Ox and ass before Him bow, and He is in the manger now…

(Please note: that should be the first – and last – profane word on my blog, mild or otherwise

And “Good King Wenceslas?” Really? What kind of a name is Wenceslas? Actually, now that I think about it, it might make a rather excellent name for a pet someday. Perhaps a turtle.

Dear Bing, you look kinda funny in a Santa hat. But I love you anyway. Love, Abbie

(Incidentally, Bing Crosby’s version is my favorite, because he doesn’t say “Wince-less” like most of us do. He sings “Wince-is-sloss.” And it makes me laugh. Okay, here, you should probably just take a listen, instead of depending on my pathetic phonetics.

Furthermore, I also love how we pronounce cruel and fuel, “Cru-ell”, and “Fue-ell”. But… why? The world may never know.

Festively yours,

Abbie
Resident Christmas-Carol-Dissector

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