The Conversation

“I love you,” he said.
Out loud.
It’s been six months since I’ve heard those three words.

“You are my love,” he said.
Spoken. Overheard.
I stood still. Listening.

Just Another Day In The Blog Leagues

It’s happened to all us writers. The thing we fear most. Next to writer’s block and running out of vodka.

A typo in your shiny new post.

Even if you’re at the top of your blogging game, you can’t expect to pitch perfect every time you hit the field. I hear having a ritual helps.

What my face looks like when I see a typo.

Not changing your socks is big with some people. In the movie “Bull Durham” the character of Ebby Calvin ‘Nuke’ LaLoosh is convinced engaging in a little nookie would put the jinx on his fastball. I could do that. Better than giving up FRESH socks.

Who Said That?

They say you can’t teach an old dog new tricks. I say “they” are getting their dog from the wrong pound.

This post is not about dogs.

It’s about blogs. Specifically, it’s about my blog. Even more specifically, it’s about my blog post length.

I set myself a word-pool depth of around 750 words* to a post.

Whoever is standing behind me, reading over my shoulder laughing…please stop doing that.