As many of you know, I was homeschooled all the way through graduation. It was a truly wonderful experience, and if I could go back I wouldn’t do it any differently.
Several years ago, I made a video that was a sort of tongue-in-cheek look at homeschooling and the supposed hazards thereof. It was called Dangers of Homeschooling. It wasn’t my best video, and I’m a little embarrassed about it now, so in 2013 I resolved to make a sequel that would be much better. It was about the time I started this blog, actually.
..and Clovis the Cow trotted out of the barnyard and in the general direction of New York City, despite Farmer Bob’s heart-rending pleas for him to come back.
Boy, what an ending. Satisfying. Fulfilling my soul.
Or not. It might just be me, but I see a lot of loose ends lying around. Will Clovis ever return to the farm? How will Farmer Bob manage without him? And how will Clovis react when he stumbles across the inevitable realization that cows are actually female?
I don’t think I’ve ever written a one-hundred percent happy ending in one of my stories.
Except for my first story, a soaring epic titled How Jery Rat Kild Thu Monstr, my endings usually deal out a heavy dose of sad along with the happy, and sometimes just a little more sad.
And not because I just really enjoy depressing myself and other people. For me, a ending that’s not all happy makes for a more thought-provoking and fulfilling story.
I love tools. Cool, new, shiny tools. Sometimes, I get so excited by the coolness of a tool that I forget what I’m supposed to be using it for. Instead of pounding in nails with that perfectly-balanced framing hammer, I’m swinging it around my head and alternating guttaral war cries with humming the soundtrack of The Last Samurai.
I was going to write a blog post for all you guys this week. It was going to be all inspirational and stuff. In fact, I had it half-written. But then, some things happened.