At the very last minute, I have decided to sign up for the Blogging A to Z Challenge. I am going to try and play along even if it is only for a few words a day.
So, as usual, I am just going to pick whatever word pops into my head or if anyone has any suggestions they will always be gratefully accepted. I suspect most of my words will be emotive words bearing in mind I am in a very emotional stage of life but, hopefully, I will also come up with a few of my zany posts too. (Hurrah!)
So let's start off with A is for Apprehension. And get the dross out the way first. The primary noun definition of apprehension is:
"The of future trouble
Now I have mentioned before that I have not written on my blog much for the past few years for a number of reasons.
I am an open and honest person and I always say what I feel. I do not like living under what has felt like a silent threat. So today I end my apprehension and I will write whatever I feel and whatever I god-damn like. And should this person visit my blog in the upcoming days they must now feel the apprehension I have done.
You may ask how I know this person exists.
The answer is I have been blogging for over ten years. During that time I have learnt a lot about the Internet and technology. I really am quite Internet savvy. I have pretty much experienced everything on the Net from anonymous admirers to stolen posts appearing on soft porn sites.
So there are 30 days in April. I am in an emotive and explosive mood.
I could write anything.
The tables are now turned. I have my custard pies stacked and ready to throw. Should I feel like it.
And if you, my dear and welcome readers, feel you have any insight, opinions or similar stories of this nature please do leave a comment.
And I would also love to hear from some of my genuine anonymous readers. Your continued support of my blog is always welcome.
Ps- if any of you anonymous readers are rich, single men I am still available. I come with an excellent sense of humour and a large backside. These are valuable assets especially to the visually impaired.
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