Posts by Kearth

Words are interesting. At least many of them are. Some, anyway. Quite a few, actually. And it’s fun to have fun with them, if you know how. Take, for example, the word “words.” If you read it forward, obviously the word is “words.” We all know that. But, if you read it backward, the word is “sdrow,” which is not an actual word as far as I know, although it should be. (I don’t know 100% why, because it is not exactly comfortable for...

I have a friend.  Believe it or not.  And believe this or not… her name is April. I know. Can you imagine? I guess December and February were taken. Ha! Seriously, though, I’m kidding. Everyone deserves to have their own name of choice (even if it is April). So, seriously, though, of course you would expect with a name like that you are going to get teased at least during a certain month of the year. Let me guess which one…...

I have something important to say and it must be said right away because it is so important. So important. Let me just get into it, without any delays… Wait. I’m thinking about something else. Never mind. No, do mind. Now where was I? Wouldn’t you know it—I forgot what was so important. I think it was something about… no, that’s not it. Maybe it was… no. I remember that… no, I don’t remember that. Wow, I’m realizing that this happens...

“I’m really not a very patient person.”—When I have to admit something, that is what I might admit. I like things right away, when I want them. When I’m hungry, I want to eat right then. If I’m in line for something, I get antsy waiting. Sometimes extra-extra antsy. I might actually be getting more impatient, day by day. A while ago, Rol said that he noticed I was getting more impatient, day by day. (I knew I got that idea from...

Last night was the fourth in a row that I didn’t sleep well. It’s the birds’ fault. If you noticed, I put the little apostrophe thing at the end of the full word “birds” instead of before the “s” because I’m talking about more than one bird, and it being their fault. I’m sure you noticed. Good for you. Keep up the good work. Back to the birds. They were chirping last night and the night before and so on and so on and so on...

I visited the village blacksmith yesterday. It’s basically that simple. Well…except for the fact that I burned my foot. And my hand. My hand first, and then my foot. And then my other foot. And my other hand. In that order—hand, foot, foot, hand. Not that the order is critically, vitally important to the story, but I thought you might like to know, because it is somewhat tremendously important. I don’t know how it could have happened....