One of my favorite aspects of blogging is discovering new writers—either those just starting out or, as is more frequently the case, those writers who are new to me. Recently, I’ve had the pleasure of discovering one such writer, whose blog and, I take it, pen name is Whipped Owl.
I’m not sure how I discovered our frothy, nocturnal, avian friend, but it looks like his first post popped up around 5 September 2021, and he’s been churning out some goodness ever since. Whipped Owl describes himself as a writer, musician, historian, sportsman, and loner, and his recent posts attest to some of these qualities: he has a band, Blabpipe; he writes book reviews of historical works; and every Monday he reviews heavy metal bands. He also writes quite a bit of poetry.
I haven’t been reading WO very long, but I have immensely enjoyed what I have been able to read so far. He is, like yours portly, a jack-of-all-trades, so if you’re not interested in all of his posts, there’s surely something that will catch your interest.