Why am I doing all this? Of course, in an effort to romance you, my reader, so you would want to keep coming back. In case you’re not overly impressed with my wooing, which is the more likely scenario anyway, I’m hoping that these amateur pictures will keep pulling you back here, if only to see me make a fool of myself again and again.
So today, I’m thinking, my post should have either a video or some music in it.
Hmmm… video? Not gonna happen, at least not anytime soon. Not with me starring in it, anyway. Notice my name in the blog? Abbreviated last name and all? Yeah, I’m still that private.
That leaves us with music, right? I thought and thought about it and finally shied away from the whole idea of going with a music clip for two reasons:
- Some of you might be reading my blog at your work, slyly, unable to keep away from my posts, right? (Hey, a woman is allowed to dream, isn’t she?) So, you make a cuppa for yourself and sit down and open my site with bubbling anticipation. And out blares this music, loud enough for the sound to carry to your boss’s office.
Before you can react, three heads bob up from the surrounding cubicles, like curious meerkats emerging from their colonies. And every one of those heads has a face that wears the same look on it — a look that reads: “Ooookay, somebody’s having fun here, while the rest of us are breaking our backs trying to crunch some numbers for the company.” And where does that leave you? You simply feel like sliding down your chair in the hopes that you could blend away into the murk underneath the table. I know!
- You put the baby in his crib after wearing down the carpet the entire night with him in your arms. You make yourself some coffee and slump down on the couch for that well-deserved downtime. You know that this break isn’t going to last as long as you’re praying it would, but you’re going to do your best to relax.
You wearily lug the laptop into your lap and open my site. Music peals out of it, jangling your nerves and making you spill that scalding-hot coffee all over your hands. As if that’s not enough, soon, your baby is matching his decibels to the music. You break the laptop in two (or wish that you could) while cursing me black and blue, and then plod into your baby’s room to pick him up. Again.
Yeah, I know! Been there, done that on both counts. That’s why, my dear reader, I am reining my enthusiasm in and doing just a plain post today. Don’t you like me all that much better, now that you know how considerate I am for your well-being ?
Oh, almost forgot! I think I need to tone down my eagerness in my posts, some. The children in my family are just about ready to disown me. Reason? They think it is downright embarrassing, not to mention unnatural, for a thirty-something woman to be this excited about blogging. Especially when, according to them, the rest of the world has moved on to better and more attractive things (read: cryptic and lesser typing & reading, as opposed to long-winded ramblings such as mine) like twittering and facebooking.
So, if my posts come through as staid and boring from now on, you know whom to blame.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll have to stop here for today and see what I can do about that book of mine. (I know! I’m trying hard not to resent it for coming between us like this, but what can I do? I gave my word to it first, and I’m too much of a wimp to break my promise…)
P.S: It is not my intention to categorize my readers one way or the other. These two scenarios just jumped at me, because I really have been there myself before.