Oh bother! After writing a whole set of paragraphs in the HappenStance Story Chapter 3 about the pain of errors and having to learn to live with it, there was a bebo, I mean booboo, in the first line of my verse Christmas card. How many times have I read that card? How many weeks did the prototype sit in the dining room table? I don't think I would ever have seen it said 'Bards of Bards' instead of 'Bard of Bards' if someone hadn't written and pointed out the 'clunker'.

No doubt about it, this blog has received a resounding 'not noticed you exist' reaction.

I'm midway through the maniacal Chapter 3 post-out, picked it up from the printer yesterday. The number of subscribers creeps up all the time, even with one or two dropping out. Last night, I had just started doing the labels for the envelopes when the computer stopped talking to the printer. This happens from time to time. However, usually I can sort it out quickly.

The date on the first post wasn't the date it was actually written. It's too complicated for me to explain why -- besides it's Hallowe'en. Anything could happen and anybody could arrive at the door at any minute.

This is announcing a page, a presence, a mini-blag of bloggery, a little log of loggery, an amateur fog of foggery. But it is not a forgery.

Thirty-seven more parcels in the post today, many of them review copies going hither and thither. And the PoemCards are done - I just have to pick them up from the printer and start sending them out. I'm dying for them to be ready because I need to use them myself. Also I love the whole idea of this. I want to send Matt Harvey'sTens Times Table to all my maths teacher friends . . .