Dear JoMaWriMo Readers,

As you may have come to gather recently, things are getting tight here on my end. Unfortunately, due to pressing issues over which I have no bodily control, I have to delay the pleasure of writing my blog for a few days. I'm being a very naughty boy, and really ought to be punished for being so naughty.

I know this means I'm failing the challenge I set myself, but disappointment is a part of life, and I swear, the last five entries (days 27-31) are gonna be amazing.
-Jonathan

PS: you can take this hiatus time to read all those posts you've been meaning to, but haven't yet!

For the Greater Good

            Specimen H4-09 woke up to his first day of life in a warm, sterile room, on a bed of woodchips alongside his many siblings, and exhausted mother. His nose prodded at a warm spot on his mother’s belly, and he promptly went to sleep. He awoke a few hours later to the feel of rubber. It was an unusual sensation, and stood in stark contrast to every sensation of warmth and softness to which H4-09 was accustomed, so he reacted in the only way his body could: he bit at the strange, foul-tasting tubes wrapped around him. He kicked as hard as he could, but the tubes had a firm grasp on him, so H4-09 was helpless to do anything as he moved into a new room. He was placed in a cage similar to the one containing his mother and siblings, alongside, on top of, and underneath dozens of similar cages. When his feet felt woodchips again, H9-04 scurried into the far back corner of the cage, and nestled himself as well as he could underneath the wooden camouflage. Still an infant, his scampering was entirely ineffective at keeping the rubber tubes away from him, but fortunately the giant creatures that manipulated the rubber tubes were already more interested in the inhabitants of the other cages. H9-04 fell asleep soon afterward.

A Personal Appeal from Jonathan

            Okay, folks, it’s time we got personal. I only have about an hour to write this blog post, and I have too many have-developed ideas to commit to one that I can successfully develop and crank out in the next hour and eighteen minutes. I may also throw in filler words as often as I can find places to put them (see what I’m doing?). At first I felt like this was a cop-out, and defied the challenge I set for myself three weeks ago. However, I thought about it for a second, and after some serious ego rationalization, I’ve decided this is a challenge in its own right: I usually spend at least two hours on a blog post, and I’m seriously lacking in the time department right now. How about I talk about my creative process for a while?

Ethics and Purity Reclaimed

            I can’t even begin to tell all of you how grateful I am for the opportunity to speak in front of this beautiful audience today. While I don’t usually attend speak publicly at political activist campaigns, I feel like this issue has persisted for too long, and deserves my utmost attention. Never again should a child be subjected to parents of two different races, or have to endure the pain and humiliation of being born a half-blood. My name is Cassandra Gedrarian – though most of you know me by name online name, Cassy Gregarious – and I am pro-pure marriage!