I had a long, thoughtful post about storytelling as a way to teach more effectively all planned out in my head, but sadly today I am not interesting.  It happens.  I pounded out 2,000 words of my novel this morning and I’m pretty sure I’ll end up cutting every last one in the editing process. I began my thoughtful blog post, and realized I was boring myself.  My thoughts are flat today. Maybe my brain is frozen. It is, after all, 20 degrees outside.

Luckily for us, the internet is full of extremely not boring people and things.

I found this for you (and by you, I mean me, of course).  It’s just…well, let’s say that when I’m really into a book, I become this other person, a troll sort of person, who gets very angry if you drag me out from under my bridge. I try to hide it, but it’s a problem. And I may or may not have passed this particular characteristic on to my daughter. So really. This.

The bagpipes at the end. It could not be more perfect.

I’m going to go read a book now. If you interrupt, I’ll probably make that angry face.

But at least angry isn’t boring. So there’s that.