What do you give the Baroness who has everything? Looking out across the rolling green hills of my barony and pondering the many treasures filling the rooms of my stately manor, that rhetorical question might turn intimidating. What indeed? Despite my vast wealth, collections of ancient artifacts, priceless jewels, rare art and mint, in-the-box Facts Of Life dolls, one person remains undaunted, undeterred and unafraid – my best friend, Gillette, a consummate giver of gifts. Continue reading →
Tag / Writing
War of Words
I handed my mom a printed copy of my blog post Killing Time. “Here,” I say. “Read this.”
“What is it?”
“Something I wrote for my blog.”
“Your what?”
“My blog. Remember? We agreed I’d print the parts you’re allowed to read so you wouldn’t have to see the stuff you Continue reading →
Monkey Business
I blog hoping to be read. In that respect I don’t think I’m different from any of you. Or, maybe I am. Maybe some of you write simply for the joy of it and, knowing that hard-drives crash and journals spontaneously combust, choose to launch your work out into the safety of the blogosphere where no such calamity can befall it.
I, however, am a slave to praise and recognition. I carefully consider my topics. Are they funny or thought provoking? Will my readers Like the post and leave Comments? Or will it languish unacknowledged, whispering everybody hates me until I can bury it and hide my shame under newer posts? Continue reading →
Pucker Up Buttercup 