Is it my imagination....

[Lizzie]

.....or is the Pen unusually quiet these days? Is everyone just off writing prose this month?

[ellajam]

There are always dips. Six weeks ago we were overwhelmed with moderated posts, now only half a dozen in the last few days. It's always up and down.

Or quix scared them all away.

[Quixilated]

Yep, it's me, the scary one.    Grrrrrr.  See?  

[Lizzie]

Quixilated came to town
with guns drawn, bringing hell
and a warning to all the clowns,
the tricksters, and the bawdy raffle:
watch your step or I'll put my X
on your forehead and you can guess
what happens next.

[Quixilated]

It's a Q.

[Achebe]

For those of us in the corporate world, work piles up in the run up to Xmas, leaving less time for other pursuits...

[Lizzie]

Quixilated came to carnival town
with unicorns and fluffy rabbits,
bringing a message to the clowns,
the cotton candy vendors,
and the little people dressed as hobbits:
watch your step or I'll put my Q
inside your frosted funnel cake
and wiggle it about to pleasure you.

[Quixilated]

Oh my!   I like that it's less violent.  The other one was a bit scary.  

And bunnies and unicorns are nice.  

Ummmm ... Don't really want to be the "go to" person for "a good time."   At least not for the entire carnival...

[Lizzie]

quixilated came to the pen
wrote some poems
left for a while
came back and wrote more poems
but mostly put inappropriate things in boxes
till she finally got promoted
the end

[ellajam]

School schedules have an effect too, exams, breaks. Change of season blues, snowstorms with cabin fever. The site's a living changing thing.

[Quixilated]

 Ok, now I'm laughing.  Sorry I was so difficult about it.  But now it's a trilogy and everything's better in a boxed set of three!!  

And I really do love putting things in boxes.

 That was a good day.

 Or three.

 Or however long that went on.  

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And yeah, Ella's right. Schedules get wonky and people come and go. Speaking of, where is Ambrosial Revelation? I liked the day we did Anagrams.

[Lizzie]

For those of us in the corporate world, work piles up in the run up to Xmas, leaving less time for other pursuits...

There once was a poet Achebe
Whose words were like Dulce De Leche
His bosses were twats
They kept him in stocks
And silenced his art till next payday.