Technically, being zonked refers to an alcoholic or drug-induced stupor. And zounds is a euphemism for a mild oath.
So technically I’m not really zonked.
But this is the last day of the A to Z Blog Challenge, and I’ve grown accustomed to thinking of each blogging day by its designated letter. By the time I arrived at Z, I was zapped and totally lacking in zest. I possessed zero ideas for a blog post. Frankly, I felt a little like a zombie.
Yes, I’ve been zombified.
To put a little zing back in my life, I’m going to take the weekend off from blogging and will do two interesting things:
1. On Saturday, I’m going to drop by Old Firehouse Books because Wyoming author C. J. Box will be there to sign his new Joe Pickett novel, Nowhere to Run. If you like mysteries and suspense, and you haven’t read anything by C. J., you need to remedy that situation right away.
2. On Sunday, I’m participating in Make a Joyful Noise, a four-hour drumming workshop with author Pat Walker and Gayan Gregory Long.
Then the zero hour arrives. That’s when I must decide what on earth I’m going to blog about now that the A to Z Challenge is complete. I’ve been in a zone, but now I need something new I can attack with zeal. Topics with zip.
I suspect the drumming workshop will give me a few ideas. Maybe I’ll spend some time on mystical subjects and fantastical books. Or take a road trip and blog about it. Or go see Cirque Soleil (the one with Beatles music) in Vegas in June. Okay, that was cheating. A friend and I already have tickets for that one.
Maybe I’ll survive the end of the challenge after all.
Zooks, how do I end this Z post?
Here we go.
Zucchini.