I have a confession to make. I am a terrible procrastinator.
No, that’s not quite accurate. I am a fantastic procrastinator. I am absolutely amazing at procrastination, to avoiding matters that I really should address, to keep commitments, to deal with matters that need addressing. My gifts in this area are beyond reproach.
Last September, in the midst of figuring out what the hell I could do to help paul and other victims of Katrina, I held an auction. Six people pledged various sums of money in exchange for the right to dictate a posting from me on the topic of their choosing.
I promptly put off actually writing the pieces. And put them off, and put them off… and then, when I had a major meltdown with my computer, I lost the e-mail addresses and mailed-in topics from the six winners.
I recall two of them — Pennywit asked about some authors, and Jewels’ involved a penguin — and I’ll begin with those two. I intend to write one of them Saturday, and do at least one a week until I have fulfilled my commitments.
The other four — Zach (who sent me a righteously and justifiably pissed-off e-mail, a well-deserved and needed kick in my ass), April Dilli, Greg and Diane, and Plum — please e-mail me at TempoMan49 (at) yahoo.com (one of the casualties of my crash was the loss of my saved Wizbang mail) with your topics. I WILL acknowledge them as soon as I get them, and I hope you’re still around and reading to see this apology.
The main reason I write around here is for the readers, and you deserve better. Especially those of you who helped out paul and the other Katrina victims at our request. I let you folks down on this, and I’m gonna do my damnedest to make it right.