"What Happened???"

Hello Fellow (Hello??? Uh-Oh, too much echo):
Oh boy when I screw up I dump the whole can; nuts, bolts, everything. I just looked back over the paucity (?) of entries and saw that I've been on here for over a year-and-a-half!!!!!!!!!! In that time I've logged in a whopping 6 entries. That's enough to bore even the most trapped spirits in any Haunted House (or "castle" as the case is). Don't get me wrong, I haven't been lazy, well...maybe a little, I've just been perpetually trapped in the quagmire I call...E-MAIL HELL!!!!!!!!!!
"Uh, Creature?"
"Not now Gorblie. Can't you see I'm on a roll here?"
Gorblie looked at me sitting at the keyboard and let his eyes drop to the floor. When he looked at me he still had that confused look plastered all over his goblinoid features.
"Uh, Creature...Gorblie thinks the only rolling you're doing is back and forth in front of your writing desk. Gorblie wouldn't think that..."
"Ah-Ah-Ah...don't even say it. It was only a figure of speech"
"To Gorblie it looks more like tapping..."
"Would you quit looking over my shoulder. How many Gajillions of times have I told you that while I'm here writing..."
"Gorblie thought you were tapping keys?!?"
"Whatever, that's not the point. When I'm in here working you're not supposed to be anywhere in the vicinity. Especially not HOVERING OVER MY SHOULDERS!!!!!!!!"
Hey Creature?"
"UUUUHHHHH...WWWWHHHHAAAAATTTTT!!!!!!!!!"
"Gorblie wants to know if that's spelled with a "G"?"
"If what is spelled with a "G"? What are you talking about?"
"Gorblie thinks maybe Gagillion is maybe spelled with a "G"."
"That's it!!! That does it. Get out of here before I call the Gate Guardian. Get out of my writing room before I have your putrid Green Carcass BOILED IB OIL!!!!!!!"
"Uh, Creature..."
"WHAT CAN YOU POSSIBLY WANT NOW???????????"
"Gorblie just wanted to tell you that you spelled ib wrong."
"WHAT???? That's not even a word. What are you talking about?"
"Gorblie just wanted to know what you were talking about? Gorblie saw you write ib and he thought maybe Creature meant "in" instead."
He just stood there smiling, well, actually more of a grimace splayed across his goblinoid features. That was it, all Dunna (as baby Gavyn would say).
"That's it I'm gonna boil you in oil myself. Ib, in, who cares anyway?"
"Gorblie thinks your readers and editors might."
UUHHH!!! Out, NOW. GUARDS!! GUARDS!!"
"Gorblie is gone."
In a flash he disappeared, just the way he appeared. Oh, No, I know what you're thinking; he is not a figment. Oh, No. That little PITA (Pain-in-the-a#&) is a real goblin about three feet high. He's always bothering me when I start writing something and then I don't even have a clue as to what I'm supposed to be talking about.
Oh, yeah, that's right; E-MAIL HELL!!! Many people suffer from online gaming but I never seem to make it that far. I get trapped in perpetual e-mail inundation and never make it out in time to write anything of value (well, I guess my e-mail comments have some value). So, as I've said, I'm not super lazy, just mis-directed. I should be working on writing projects and not just writing thousands of words on e-mail comments. I have lots of Synopses (a word???) put tobether for at least three novels, a couple novellas, a few reptile articles, and at least twenty-five stories and still I trap myself under tons of e-mail. My early New Years resolution is to write more about me, myself, I, and all my projects and only spend a small portion of the day in e-mails. We'll see if that happens.
I remain optimistic because, in Creature's Castle," anything can happen.
Have a Great Day!!!
The "Creature"