I think I missed Thursday

Hi!

Every Thursday after this, you will, from now on, find a post from a guest blogger--a starving artist who doesn't write books for a living. Or maybe a not-so-starving artist, as the case may be.

I'm still having the contest for new blog joiners -- it stretches through the end of this month, so anyone who joins or follows one of my blogs is eligible to win a $5 Gift Card--reader's choice. 

This month, there will be two winners. One winner will be someone who was already a member before the first of August, and the second from new joiners. Every week from now on, there will be book giveaways and a Gift Card giveaway at the end of the month.

Okay, that's  the serious info…well, the serious blog news, at least. 

  Well, there is ONE other thing. Jeannie Y. was named  the  J.J. Nagged Me! Winner for this month. For her suffering, she won a PDF of the first book of the  International Worlds Museum Series, Metamorphose.  

Now, enough about all that. I bet you're wondering about the actor that didn't show up today. Okay, the actor whose blog post didn’t show up today. You've got to be asking yourself what happened. Is he okay? Was it some tragic behind-the-scenes issue?

He met up with another of my best friends for drinks. I expect they got smashed. I'm not angry about it, though, I'm pouty. They went to a bar on the beach --in another state, I'll admit that-- but still, I didn’t get to go. They went off and had fun while I tried to fix my deleted email box, scoop the kitty litter, and a plethora of other, not-fun-at-all things.

No, I'm not bitter, why do you ask?

I have a lot to get done and I'm getting nowhere at all, so I plan to install one of those meters (or several) so that you can keep up with how much or how little I've gotten done on various books. Don't worry if it looks like I've got a long way to go. As soon as the guy upstairs turns his music down below 124 dB, I'll be able to hear myself think. You wouldn't think that would be important, but trust me, it is.

The birds, the dog, and the cats would agree with you. Just look what it's doing to the bird!

 

I thought that guy was evicted. Why do the quiet ones always move and the loud people stay until they get dragged off? I'm not actually that loud, it's just too much trouble to move. That's all for today, folks!        

J.J. Massa

www.jjmassa.com

My bird bit me

You've heard the old idiom: that was the straw that broke the camel's back?

I don't know anything about camels (okay, they spit, have humps, and don't live around here)   What I do know is that my morning has gone badly, people were mean to me...rude, at least, and well, then my bird bit me.

This is the guilty party I mentioned

It was all I could do not to burst into tears.

It hurt, but really, not enough to cry over. Baker is only a year old, and he is normally pretty lovable--with bouts of manic lunging and biting thrown in now and then. Breeders and other bird professionals call it "nipping."

Yeah, right. Chomping would be a better word. That little beak can be painful!  He sometimes does it to protect his territory, and sometimes, it's just general principle. Like I said, he's pretty cuddly otherwise.

he his what he appears to be--a bird with
attitude

I know you've heard (read) me refer to Baker and Banana:

So, naturally, you would assume that Banana was the one who bit my finger. If that were true, I wouldn't be able to type at all. That beak of his is deadly. Luckily, he likes me these days. I play Euro- Rock/Pop for him, the one Brittany Spears song he likes (Oops, I Did It Again), crooners when he's in the mood, and his personal favorite--Harry Belafonte. (you guessed it, he loves the Banana Boat Song, Dayo, best of all)

Hey, he likes to dance. Don't mock him for it. Manly men are secure enough to dance. And bob. Trust me, he gets into it. And let's face it, it's a rare bird indeed who can dance to Calypso music.

Baker, poor soul, his rhythmically challenged. He does this cool thing where he revolves slowly in a half-circle. My daughter calls it his "Around Town" move.

Just so you know, he was sorry for the bite pretty soon after. I covered his cage because I was upset and didn't want to yell at him. He started going "Pssst, pssssst!" a minute after I covered him. He talks, but quietly. He likes to mimic sounds, though. I made the mistake of blowing him a kiss once...you can imagine where that went wrong.

As upset as I was, the very bird that bit me eventually made me feel better. He cracks me up. They both do. And really, it's hard to stay upset when one bird is boogieing along to Belafonte's Jump in the Line and the other one is pecking away (off-beat) on the wing of his little plastic airplane perch?

Anyhow, that was my day, pretty much. I have since written a few thousand words, helped put away groceries, and basically, gotten on with life.

Oh, and I'm a writer, so if you'd consider buying a book of mine at some point, that would be great. *g*

That's it for me. Back to the book!

J.J. Massa

www.jjmassa.com

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