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12 desember decembre diciembre 2020

In response to Sum1: "Why do folks here insist on 'correct' spelling or word usage according to their own dialect. Arguing grey versus gray, for instance?

Why was I told years ago that I mispelled 'desember' when that is its correct spelling ... in Norwegian. I also spell it 'diciembre' and 'decembre' because I'm not mono-lingual. And, by-the-way, it's not capitalized either.

Plus, since we are entering 2021 and many here consider it their 'new year' and assume it applies to everyone, I feel a need to mention that my new year starts March 20th. The year of the Ox starts February 12th and April 27th is observed by Theravada Buddhism while September 6th is the Jewish New Year. Muslim new year is August 9th.

The basic issue is focusing on details that in the greater world don't matter. And assuming, in their ignorance, that there is only one [right] answer to their questions."

Today I received 3 very nice reviews for my October contest entry:

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Orange Dawn of My Deception  (13+) Not all of us are afraid of monsters. #2236657 by Kåre Enga in Montana

I thanked all of them, of course. I won't win! So no mega-gps for my next trip to Norway.

I wanted to add, but thought better-of-it, to what I wrote in response to one of the reviews:

"As an aside... I started writing this at 2 a.m. with the contest deadline looming; it was a full moon; the neon sign out my window is now 2.26/gallon. I have a dear friend in Tromsø where I have visited thrice; the horizon there glows dawn/sunset before nightfall November 21st ~ January 21st. I was desperate weaving these images, trying to write something worth receiving a review. It's short because I only write flash and this was a 'moment' that the protagonist knew would come... but was still shocked when it came."

So, please read it and tell me... is it clear that the protagonist is an alien? Also, what do you think? I'm biased because I actually like the story even when I reread it today. I'm not always happy with what I write and I'm often perplexed as to what works for others. As in... i.have.no.clue.

Today, I have to choose a rejected story for "2nd Time Around". I'm happy with my poetry entry but then again... clueless as it what works here at WdC (at least some folks like it). I can't complain. I do win or place occasionally.

I also have to work on other contests. Some are partly written already. One has a trinket I want to collect and I do like merit badges! Plus ... gps. Making trinkets cost and I need to make more. (157 have been collected so far )

I've been very depressed. Hit another low yesterday, even wrote a very short blog entry that apparently no one read; for sure, no one commented. I know some people exist here for years with little or no interaction, but I'm not that way.

At least I saw my neighbor who knocked on my door to give me a box (my inner feline appreciated that). Plus with the Supremes smacking the insane objection to the election my nerves calmed a bit (but not totally... I no longer trust these folks). I did go out for a walk in the snow. It can be magical and I love it.

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