I wish I could tell you I’m a perfect person, but if I did say something that foolish you wouldn’t believe me anyway. There are no perfect people.
I follow some blogs, not because I’m fascinated with what the writers have to say but because I think they are so bizarre that they make me feel normal reading them.
I know, I should hang my head in shame with that confession.
There’s this one woman author who is madly in love with the F word. Her latest blog post had 54 F words in it. I had a fun time counting them, because I just couldn’t believe it. My hat’s off to her. I couldn’t use the word in so many inventive ways.
There’s also a male author who’s very popular. His writing, even on his blog, comes off like a teenage boy who’s sitting up in his room with his secret Facebook page making up words that have the “mother” prefix or suffix and the F word, in whatever form. He has something to say, but trying to read his screeds is like being on medication that makes you think you’re green and have three legs.
Another blog just makes me shake my head. The young man who writes it posts every day. Yet he hasn’t written a word of his book for two years. I really want to tell him to get off the blog and start writing his book. Maybe he’ll just turn his blog posts into a book.
So, do you follow blogs?