I think my last post was…well, it was some time ago. This is not an excuse for not writing…but since that last post I’ve dedicated a lot of hours reading other web postings, and have tried to find a happy medium between my own thoughts and…others.  I’ve thought of it as gathering seeds. Of weeding through the rubble. What to talk about. What not to share. I wouldn’t want to give the combination to the lock that secures the storage unit, nor divulge my post office box location, but I would enjoy the admiration of My Reader.  A twee bit of adulation would work, too.

What a challenge.

My Reader is very particular. Bores easily. Actually, My Reader is a boring narcissistic sod. Has a potty mouth. Likes to have the last word, but mostly always pays the bills on time. Having said that…I’ve almost convinced myself into believing that this sharing thing via posts or blogs is an inventor’s gigantic joke on those who take life as a serious condition. “And”, she whispered, “Those who don’t.”

Ripping the heart out of your chest and bleeding on yourself by telling all to more-than perfect strangers, or making snarly comments on or about whatever is in or out of social media..or media-media…is what? Could it be possible that others’ might enjoy that particular read you’ve just posted? Or. Not. ??? And…what to share if you have a particularly dry, crappy via scrappy off the beaten path sense of humour? Say you find yourself in left field? This is not in the figurative left field but… could be. My Reader would think this would be in the literal left field…albeit the fringes. One of the Oh, yes..I know that field but hide yourself on exceptional days but especially those Friday nights, weekends, holidays and pretty much all ways. In short: Don’t even go there.


My Reader knows that some writers are better game players. Better home-run hitters when it comes to connecting. The consummate crosser of i’s and dotter of t’s. The gravitational pull to those who seem to have something important to say and have a great  need to have you listen…are what? Funnier? Funniest? Serious or serial? You know them and most likely want to be one: the Award Winner, The Honoured Medal Collector, The All-Expenses-Paid Recipient.

The Best Pie Baker.

What.  Ever.

Know what it feels like trying to get there? What it really feels like? Feels a bit like that old high school popularity contest. Inane yet so damned important. At the same time so blah-blah. So forgettable. Insane. You can’t possible count all the winners and all the collectors of honoured medals. Their numbers are too many and their names will be forgotten faster than their faces at that third year reunion. Bet on it.


Yes. Really.

Falling Off the Edge...

Forget everything I’ve just said.

I want what they have.

Quick before I change my mind….

Sign me up.

4 thoughts on “FALLING OFF THE EDGE…

  1. Well, now I have to go and analyze (again) why I’m doing this.
    Mostly though, I enjoy the conversations. After this post, am looking forward to flipping through your blog…

    And I’m positive the joke is on me. Eh, what can you do?


    1. El G. Just might have to “follow” you…which is not the same as stalking. Let’s be clear about that. Clear?


      About growing up: play and sing words to Peter Pan’s song “I Won’t Grow Up” over and over…until you believe it. Then give my sincerest apologies to your MostWonderfulGirlInTheWorld.


  2. TM..You’ve got a lot more “pegged” than just the reader. Yes, I agree…better to have face-to-face chummy…and yes I spend a lot of time on the comments. You think YOU think too much? How about this: after reading numerous comments (other posts) I’ve thought [sadly] NO comment is better than…

    After reading your latest earlier this a.m. was thinking about your 2nd para (above)….defined as writer who blogs. Yes, that is how I have processed your words. You just defined yourself in alphabet letters and how I see your process in my mind. You a good pie baker? I see something really really good coming from your kitchen……


  3. You’ve got your reader pegged. Just in real life, in the virtual world, the reader will ultimately connect with your personality. It’s like having like-minded people congregating. But would it be as chummy in real life? Do you ever pay attention to how the blogger comments to others and think, possibly that the virtual world is as real as I wanna get with this person? I think too much, maybe…

    This blogging thing can be a serious undertaking, At the same time, I was just thinking this morning that I’m not really a blogger but a writer who blogs. An unpublished one for the moment, that is.


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