Ordered Lists & Old-Timer Bloggers

Maybe you have noticed many of my a-z posts (and my regular posts) are in list form. I kind of think in lists most of the time so it makes sense to post lists. Lists are easier to read and sometimes they are easier to write.
    I usually limit my lists to 3, 5, 7, 10 or 14 items. That doesn't always mean I deliberately make them a certain number. Sometimes if I can't think of 4 items, I go with 3 and if I can't get past 6, I go with 5 and so on. But most of the time I go with 7 items because seven is sort of my favorite number. And I always place a number before each item because it's more ordered looking and readers can refer to a number instead of repeating what that item is referring to.
    I'm an old-timer when it comes to blogging. This years makes 20 years of blogging for me. (I'll probably post about this in July when I celebrate this blog's anniversary). But there are bloggers who had blogged even longer than that. It's a bit comforting to know many bloggers keep blogging while so many had quitted. 
    Newbies to blogging (those with a few months posts) is a bit rare. I haven't seen any lately (those bloggers who started a blog just for the a-z challenge doesn't count). So maybe blogging is an old-fashioned hobby but I like it and it's still the only platform I'm comfortable using. Blogging has become not only a habit but a part of my life so I can never really quit it.
    
Do you like list posts? Are you an old-timer when it comes to blogging?

New Acronyms for Blogging

Just a couple of acronyms I made up.

01 - GHOST = Going on Hiatus & Operating on Slow Time 

02 - NOPE = Not Offering Proper Elation

03 - RUDE = Refusing to Understand Dumb Exhortation

04 - FRET =  Failed to Realize Everyone's Terrible

05 - BITCH = Being Incredibly Too Calm to Hurry

06 - HELL = Having Effing Lousy Luck

07 - FOMB = Fear of Malfunctioning Blogs

Do you have any new acronyms for blogging?

Fiction: Memory Bus

The memory bus had a silver and white outer shell and a driver decked out in a crisp, gray uniform and gray cap. After studying the bus for a bit, Vincent got on. His heart was thumping so loud he swore everyone heard it. He pressed his chest and released a short breath.
    Once inside, he was immediately transported into ten-year-old Vincy and sitting beside his mother. Dawn's early light filtered in through the many open windows. A shiver ran up Vincent's body. He noted the watch on his right wrist: 8 am, seven more minutes and the accident would occur.
    Two young boys with black izzards on the front of their hoodies were playing games on their phones. After awhile, they took out staple guns and began shooting at each other, moving around the bus and climbing over seats and people. The other passengers complained for them to stop but they kept on, laughing and shouting, sending nails here and there. Staple nails went here and there but one ricocheted off a metal part of a window and drove into Vincent's mother's head who was asleep. Vincy had pulled his mother to his side but the nail had struck her in the head and killed her instantly.
    When the bus screeched to a halt, the boys with their staple guns fled. Alerted by Vincy's shouts, the few passengers started crowding around Vincy and his mother.
    Vincy was transported back outside and standing in front of the bus. This fifth time made it clear — there was no effective way to get an outcome in which his mother lived. The only sure way was to never let the two picaroons to step inside the bus.
    But Vincent could not change the past and even if he was able to do so, it wouldn't alter anything as the memory bus could only run within and did not affect the outside world.
    Vincent exhaled. He got the proof he needed. Now he could finally let go and move on.

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This month's Words for Wednesday's prompts are provided by messymimi over here. This week's prompts are: shell, deck, chest, proof, dawn, effective and/or brabble (a loud, dumb argument), izzard (the letter z) and picaroon (a scoundrel).