One thing I’m learning is the fact that you have to stay on your toes within the blogging community. I mean, you never know when someone might stop by for a visit; you know, unexpectedly.
Say for instance, someone extends a thanks to you in their blog, thereby releasing curious cats, who click over to find out about the person mentioned in the post.
I know what you’re thinking, “Lenore Diane, The Good Greatsby does not have a crush on you, regardless of how many times you provide a link to his blog.” Okay, maybe that was just Kim, the G is Silent. Whatever.
Fact is that I was given thanks. (Back at’cha, Young American!)
I was given thanks, received referrals and well – I have not vacuumed my place in days. Moreover, the boys have been running in and out of the house all afternoon, and I’m not sure they’ve flushed the toilet. While I consider myself a hospitable soul who enjoys having visitors, I’m embarrassed I did not clean up the place before the guests arrived.
Don’t get me wrong. I appreciate the gratitude. I do. Young American keeps me laughing when I’d otherwise be pulling my hair out. Plus, I’ve learned so much from her wise kids that I no longer need to ride the school bus. (My neighbor’s son thanks me for no longer embarrassing him on the bus, by the way.)
Still, when life gets in the way of cleaning – er writing and livening up the place, one runs the risk of losing the limelight. Not that I have had the limelight. I’m still waiting for my agents to find the best point of contact within WordPress, so I can get myself Freshly Pressed. Sure, you might think I should earn the Freshly Pressed spot by
writing good and editing well – writing well and editing good – well writing and good editing writing vs. having my agents try and buy a Freshly Pressed spot, alas – I heard on the bus that money makes it happen.
In any case, I figured I had better get some words out in this here blogosphere. Plus, there are so many entertaining blogs within WordPress, I welcome the opportunity to recommend some good reading.
Today PublicWorks cracked me up with her take on well packaged goods. Over the weekend, Oma broke the news to me that pumpkins are not really food. And, Amy made me squeal with delight, as she shared her handmade envelope covered with
monkeys Monkees. (I’m referring to The Monkees – you know Davy Jones, Micky Dolenz, Peter Tork and Michael Nesmith.)
So, sit back, explore all this WordPress blogosphere has to offer and follow some of these great writers. While you read, I’ll work to tidy up this place. Y’all come back now, ya hear?!