October 8th is Writers Day. Yeah…I didn’t know it either. But thanks to my good friend, Austin, over at https://moviewriternyu.wordpress.com/2015/10/08/sound-the-horns-its-writers-day/ who has declared it so, we all can celebrate it now.
That being the case, and we all being writers, don’t you think we should celebrate this new NATIONAL holiday annually. Maybe by having a parade, a barbecue, fireworks and of course… a substantial income from all that writing we do?
Well then…what are we all waiting for? I already got the festivities rolling by lighting up the barbecue and waking the family. Then I lined them up out in front of the house carrying printed copies of my favorite blog posts. And then we paraded them through the neighborhood. It has been years since our oldest played a trumpet. A little loud, but still bad.
And my wife, with baton in hand (reluctantly) led the kids down the street.
The neighbors loved the costumes (the kids were all in their pajamas, their uncombed hair added to the merriment), and police were lined all along the route. Funny how things work out, the parade ended at the police station. How fortuitous for us, as the police said some group was disturbing the peace.
Nothing like a police escort to keep the crowd under control…at five A.M. Some group is always ready to disturb the peace. Hope they catch whoever they were doing it.
And, I sure hope someone turns our steaks over too, as I left them unattended as we had to start the parade. Now we’re trying real hard not to miss those fireworks tonight.
Seems there was a little something the police want us to attend first. The Desk Sergeant called it, an arraignment? Probably just a formality to say thank you for the parade. However, I expect by the time I get home tonight, I’ll be rolling in doe—or is it, dough?—for all my great writing. Never could figure the correct spelling out for that word doe though.
Bet, no one questions it though because… I’m a writer!
In either case, thank you, Austin, for a great new holiday to celebrate my prowess for using lots of weird, and wonderful words. I think they’re going to come in quite handy with our affidavit tonight, declaring today as a new official holiday!
Now, if only the police could catch those responsible for creating that public nuisance earlier today.
In My Cluttered Attic 
I didn’t know about this one either!
Only from the mind of our wonderful, Austin. But who knows? If enough of us follow suit, we might be able to make it happen. :O)
That’s how most national holidays start, right? Someone dreamed it up, announced it, and so it was! How else do you explain National Hug a Drummer Day? Which is October 10th, by the way. Choose your drummer well, my friends.
I’m racing out to get mine right now. Well, once I post bail that is.
We do need a holiday to celebrate writing. Dedicated practitioners of the craft could gather together to discuss how they can’t make a living wage doing the only thing they love — and the only thing that gives their lives meaning.
I hope somebody brought alcohol.
Now that will really make it a party! Stay thirsty my friends. 😀
When you’re a broke writer who can’t afford the rent — let alone a drink — “staying thirsty” is the name of the game. 😉
LOL isn’t it the truth. I don’t always drink, but when I do…it’s whatever I can get. 😀
It is a holiday I’ve created. I take the day off after a taping of The Nite Show and declare it Writer’s Day. So, it actually comes around 10 times a year. 🙂
Best holiday ever, and that makes it an official holiday! But you know what would make it perfect? If every writer could have the day off too, and with pay! Austin, I think we’re onto something really BIG here. I’m almost certain the unions will back us.
Well, I’d be happy working every day if the work was writing…
Definitely writers heaven, Austin. :O)
I can just picture the parade. Charlie and I participated with the ribs 👍😝
We’d have everyone’s taste buds going wild then, Jodi! The police station could be party central. I’m going to ask the Captain and the Chief of Police, “Oh, guard, GUARD! Oh where are the guards around here when you need them? If it wasn’t for this darn locked cell, I’d go get em myself. :@D
Ah yes, do not worry about those steaks…Mr. Walker and I (and Charley dog) helped out and ate them all. Waste not…etc. But thanks for organizing everything and give your little darling a kiss on the head for their hard work! Cheers, Johanna
But Johanna, I marinated them in my very special blue ribbon top secret sauce. My taste buds have been stood up! I can only hope you and Mr. W—and Charlie—sleep well tonight. Oh well, at least they didn’t go to waste. Only 90 more days before our release. I can’t wait until our next barbecue…but I guess I’ll have too. 😀
ps I tried that impress the neighborhood too and follow your wife’s lead with baton and all…but when I tossed it up it disappeared and now Mr. Walker is lying on the floor with a bump on the head…so gtg and solve both mysteries!
Baffling? But, I do confess that after watching my wife’s use of the baton in high school, I started wearing a helmet. I can’t tell you how many concussions I’ve avoided thanks to those ounces of prevention from that helmet. Not counting the times when she was mad at me!
There is a margarita with your name on it waiting for you! No $$$ though.
Thanks Kate. I can’t wait to drink it. Could have used those dollars though. No bail bondsman will touch us, something about us being a flight risk. Can you believe it? Everyone knows I hate flying!
Perhaps none of us knew because we were too busy writing? That’s probably more productive and fun than what we may have come up with had we known ahead of time…we would have claimed writers’ block and goofed off…ate and drank too much. Felt horrible afterwards. Oh wait…we do that anyway. Oh well…save the date for next year!
Marking it on my calendar even as we speak, Mr. Sportstude (Hiccup!). I can’t figure out why this (Hiccup!) darn, calendar moo…moo… moves around so much. Oh look! There’s…there’s, a cow drinking down there at the end of the bar! I’ll (hiccup!), I’ll just go down there and, and introduce ourselves. “Shhh” Wouldn’t want to startle our four legged friend at our writer’s block party (Hiccup!), might be intoxicated. Wouldn’t want to start a stampede. 😀
No time, like the morning, to get the BBQ goin’ – did you spray a lot of fluid and say “NOW THAT’S A FIRE.”
Pajama party combined with block party and 4th of July fireworks/sparklers, why not?
If I had some money, I’d have been tossing some your way (like confetti) as you walked your route to the jailhouse. And the person who sprayed you with the silly string, laughing hysterically, was not I. (or my kids) It came out of nowhere. A rogue stringer.
Sandi
I did…sprayed the lighter fluid right on the steak—gives it a fine smokey taste. I didn’t yell, “NOW THAT’S A FIRE.” But, I did yell “WHOA! WHERE’S THE FIRE?” when it didn’t start right up. Confetti money, that would have brought them out. A rogue stringing… perhaps the most diabolical of all stringing attacks. My doctor say’s my recovery will probably take months. But he’s encouraged by the fact that my hair was already stringy to begin with. 😀
It doesn’t matter your stringy hair is mottled with green, blue, yellow and red? Makes it festive?
What – no pictures of the parade? I’m still too jet-lagged to parade! You’ll have to do it for me!
Jan, when the guards let us out into the yard for our daily exercise routine, we’ll make a run for it, rather than parade around. But, we’ll do you proud. So sorry about the pictures though. The police took our cell phones. I’m guessing they wanted to make the 8 by 12 glossy’s for us. 😀
Don’t worry, I’m sure they just want your autograph!!
I would have been very happy to oblige the good officers. But, I suppose those HUMONGOUS crowds who follow me around can be a bit off-putting. I guess I can’t blame them too much for their abuse of power just to get my autograph. After all, writing is what I do! So, I’ll sign a few hundred autographs for the officers and move on to my adoring public.
Yeah, that didn’t happen at my house either. ;>)
I beginning to wonder why all roads invariably lead to handcuffs. I’m beginning to wonder if you have a fixation with bars and uniforms, though that can be taken in many different ways..:)
You know George, you may have something there. There does seem to be this problem with law-enforcement doesn’t there? I don’t know what it is? I always seem to be on the opposite side of the uniforms. Unless this orange, jumpsuit they issued me happens to be a uniform? Maybe I’m secretly yearning to be Detective Ron Harris (Ron Glass), from the series “Barney Miller” who always had an obsession with writing Blood on the Badge or blood on something or other. That must be it. 😀
Wow….Barney Mller. Those were the day..:)
I always wanted to be like Sgt. Dietrich and know something about everything. 😀
Haha loved this! Thanks
Thanks Lynz and your welcome. I think next years celebration will be even bigger. Hopefully I’ll by then. 😀
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Dang! I missed it. I hope you had a nice time at your arraignment without me.
Our attorney fail to show. You wouldn’t by chance happen to be a public defender, would you, Bun?
I used to watch LA Law from time to time 20 years ago, so I’m not without legal experience. I don’t think they featured any cases quite like yours, though.
Hey…that could be a loophole to get us out! Bun, you could claim you’ve seen every episode of LA Law, and that our case should be thrown out of court, due to there never being any precedent ever set on the TV series for trying a case like ours. We’re free! 😀
Oh, that’s a clever defense. I just hope it works. I’d hate to be up against a really shrewd prosecutor with an encyclopedic knowledge of past episodes.
Maybe you could google it to see if there is such a prosecutor like that out there, before we go to trial. However, I wouldn’t want to doubt your legal abilities counselor, I’m aware your a member of a bar. I mean…I’m sure you’ve seen the inside of more than a few of them in your time…maybe even a pub! So, I don’t doubt your experience. Or better still…maybe you could consult Wikipedia with regard to there being any prosecutors with an encyclopedia type knowledge of LA Law episodes. Hell, they’re even better than a .org! 😀
Well, it’s certainly true that in my legal career, I’ve had to help penniless clients facing charges by paying for the drinks myself. Those were serious cases (24 bottles each).
All open (to drink them of course) and shut (to recycle afterwards) cases of course. 😀
That’s right. Also, I always backed everything up with a lot of evidence (up to about 120 proof).
A great tactic. Any judge would have no choice but to grant a delay. And I can imagine the atmosphere whenever the judge would say “Counselor, can I see you in my chambers.” Hours of pouring the evidence… uh…I mean pouring over the evidence. 😀
Considering the massive caseload they’d have to get through, I predict a discharge is very likely. 😀
No doubt. And leaks are probably not out of the question either! 😀
They’re the only legal professionals who feel sad when a case is closed.
LOL! 😀
Awe shucks I missed it 😥
Well there’s always next year, Stephanae. In fact, that’s what I’ve been telling the the police “Wait until next year.” And at the moment, they appear to be willing to do just that. When it comes to releasing us that is. 😀
You’re too funny.
Many thanks, Steph. 😀
Lol!! Hilarious! I can’t believe I missed it- I would have totally joined in your parade! Although I might hide under a blanket, and possibly duck into a coffee shop if any were open along the way- but I’d be with you in spirit at least one way or the other!
It seems all the best writers hide under blankets in coffee shops. Then there’s me, a blogger under a bunk in a cell hiding from Big Ed. I never should have dropped that bar of soap.
Count me in for the parade next year! “Loud but still bad”. Love it.
Thank you, Matt, it’ll be a pleasure to have you join us, although this cell we’re currently in is a little cramped right now. However, Big Louie doesn’t seem to object. Nevertheless, as the local police have been telling to us, “We’ve made the list” so we’ll be happy to have you join the list too, buddy. Still not sure what they meant by that though? :o.
You definitely want me in your cell because the Assholes literally broke out of a jail cell at Escape Manor like a month ago. I even got out of my handcuffs. Always invite at least one escape artist to your Writers Day celebration.
Taking notes…”Make sure that Matt is my next cellmate, does a great Houdini.” 😀
Enjoyed this post.
Thank you for the feedback and for taking the time to read my post. I look forward to trying to provide even more laughs in the future. 😀
We will be spending more time reading each other’s posts. So glad to meet you.
Delighted as well. :O)