Ever get the feeling you’re talking to yourself? That used to be considered a bad thing. Now-a-days, with Star Trek kind of technologies, people run around tapping their ears and talking all the time to heaven only knows who. Now, whenever I’m in the mood, I can just put a hand to my ear and start talking. I don’t get the smallest of questioning looks. Imagine what I can get away with:
“You’re so ugly the swamp monster runs away in fear of you.” The person in the torn up jeans, the ones that hang well below his plumber’s butt crack, keeps right on walking.
“Will you please tell me what IS that exercise you’re doing?” The woman who weaves from side to side on the sidewalk, waving her hands over her head as if swatting the world away just keeps toddling on. I think she’s loopy-looking, but I bet she’s healthier than I.
“Bueno sera. Come sta?” Oops. That’s me, studying my Italian lessons, and talking to my phone–honest, I am.
Still, writing to you “out there,” I’m never really sure anymore if my posts are being read or if I’ve truly joined the ranks of those who talk to themselves. Recently, I took the training wheels off my website and switched over to the self-hosted version of WordPress. Since then, I have only had one or two comments. My blog posts don’t automatically zoom out to Facebook, LinkedIn and Twitter anymore. There is no clear little checkbox on the admin side of my site to click to auto-send out to the world. Yikes!
If you’re reading this and want to be my reading angel, will you please drop me a note to let me know how you received this weekly letter? And if you’re feeling particularly chatty, I’d really appreciate what it is you’d like to read about on this blog. What would make you keep coming back to this aspiring writer who has so little writing news?
Thanks for your help. Oh! and if you comment, I promise, I’ll be listening. You won’t be talking to yourself. Really.