Today is my kind of day ... Fat Tuesday. Of course that description fits my physique regardless of the day of the week.
Fat Tuesday is a day of indulgence. The day to eat, drink, and be merry. The last day before Ash Wednesday and the beginning of lent.
Trust me, I know a thing or two about indulgence, which explains that physique I mentioned earlier. I'm not really Catholic, but my wife is, so in that spirit, and despite my heathenistic ways, I am giving up something for those long forty days of lent.
My carnivorous ways.
What? do you want me to shrivel up and die of starvation.
I am giving up ...
That's right by the end of lent I am going to have my novel in progress, Plundered Booty, finished and out the door in the form of query letters and submissions. In order to do that I'll be posting a bit less often and commenting on your blogs a bit less, but I'll still be around so don't give up on me. I'll still post two or three times a week which is more than I can say for some of you deadbeats on my blog roll.
On a side note I spent a portion of my day yesterday considering the term pigeon-holed. How did that come to mean typecast. It actually sounds kind of obscene and threatening if you ask me. "Hey buddy, don't make me come over there and pigeon hole ya." Why pigeons. Why not turkey-holed? Course Rat-holed means to save something aside. Are there other animal holed sayings I have forgotten about? See how my demented mind works?
I know one of you smart people has to know the origins of the term pigeon-holed, and if not, then you are creative enough to make something good up, so tell me. Where do you think the term originated? Make me laugh hard enough and I might just send you a prize. Course it will take me months to actually fulfill that promise since I'm naturally lazy when it comes to that sort of thing, which is why I've given myself such a stiff deadline to hammer out The Booty.