Blog-Post-A-Thon 2016 Kick-Off!

Ladies! Gentleman! My two readers! The llama and alpaca over there!

It. Is. Time.

Me giving things up for Lent a better person does not make, so I shall blast the Interwebs with my terrible musings for 40 days and 40 nights once more.

Welcome to the Blogpocalypse!

Last year, on a whim, I decided to wreak havoc and post throughout Lent as a personal challenge, and as this winter begins to wear on with colder temperatures, after teasing us with mild temperatures, it's time to push on and add some warmth and entertainment to this bull-pin of an Internet.

You may be fasting on carbs, but I'm going to fast on my sanity. I'm going to drill into the heart of myself and post, post, post.

And, as per usual, it will be glorious, well-written, and also terrible, pathetic, and mediocre.

But it is writing.

Something I am so inconsistent with. I am no Yeats or Poe or King or that one middle school kid who keeps starting a new novel each week.

I lack discipline.

If I stood in front of a jury of my peers, I would be convicted as -- guilty!

Of not writing!

The judge would stand, morose, with his glasses, low, pinching his nose, and he would read the verdict: "His punishment will be 40 days and 40 nights in the penitentiary of the blogosphere. One post per day."

I would fall to my knees, and cry to the sky, begging, "Can I just quit my day job and do this for a living, instead?"

"Where are your advertisers?" the judge would ask.

"I have no niche," I would cry.

Now, join me these next 40 days and 40 nights as I walk down the halls of my Shawshank, looking for topics to write about, I can guarantee only one thing: it will be the blogpocalypse to end all blogpocalypses -- or, at least until next year's Blog-Post-A-Thon.