[Off-the-record, I find it
annoying admirable that our hosts got those accent marks on DEJA VU to work for the banner, a feat not yet included in my skills inventory.]
NOTE: Bracketed comments do not count as on-the-record disclosures. The brain cells containing them will self-destruct before you finish reading this sente…
When Brinda Berry pointed me toward this awesome opportunity, I thought, “YIKES! I first have to write a post worth re-posting.”
A no-brainer, right?
No! I do not consider my brain perfectly suited for that level of task.
Most of the time.
Ideas rolled through my brain with such speed, I had to confine them to separate work cubicles.
I DON’T CARE WHO MOVED MY CHEESE works adjacent to LIVE LIFE IN FIRST DRAFT MODE; A NOVEL CONCEPT. I made a tactical error when I placed those two next to each other. They spent much of their time decorating their cubicles for Christmas, and stealing each others lines. They live to post another day.
SO! For the Deja Vu (sans nifty accents) Blogfest, I offer a post from earlier in my blogging life; when I permitted blog-article-writing to morph into career-level angst.
This Article–WHAT a GLOB–posted in October, 2011. I hope you enjoy it enough to come back and visit!
GLOBOPHOBIC RELIEF POST
by Gloria Richard
My Glob. I think B-L-O-G. My fingers type G-L-O-B.
Until I become glob savvy, until I create a glob identity, until I write a glob article without mind-numbing angst, I choose to let the word stand as typed. I believe it’s a subliminal message from the Cosmos.
A Get-Your-Act-Together message.
How do I cross to the Enlightened Side–the side occupied by fellow bloggers who whip out an article (or two or three) each week with apparent ease?
EPIPHANY NUMBER ONE
Sherry Isaac, my CP, writing buddy, friend, author of STORYTELLER, and fellow MAGGIE finalist (shameless PIMP alert!) forwarded an article—Seth’s Blog: Talkers Block. I had an epiphany when I read his short pep-talk to the nail-biting muse within.
I do not suffer from Talker’s Block. I often speak without benefit of a fully engaged brain. Sadly, I have no delete key when unguarded nonsense spews from my mouth.
The highly technical term for this phenomenon is Brain Fart.
My b-l-o-g is my voice in cyberspace. It is not War and Peace. It is not a thesis. It is not a stage for a Miss Cyber-verse competition.
I will settle for Miss Congeniality and (of course) World Peace.
EPIPHANY NUMBER TWO
If I write it, they may visit. If they visit, they may like it. If they like it, they may follow.
Today I choose to write it.
“Write what?” I ask myself.
“Anything. Write about anything that pops into your head. Just stick your toe in the free-writing water and give it a swish.”
EPIPHANY NUMBER THREE
I have no big toenails.
Okay, this is not an epiphany to me. It’s a topic. Go with me here.
A quick reread to this point left two phrases dancing the hokey-pokey in my brain. “Stick your toe into free-writing water” and “brain fart.”
The topic invented itself. PLUS, I have widgets of wisdom to share. Consider it a public service announcement.
Do not accept a podiatrist’s final appointment on the final workday of the year. If you take that appointment, and arrive to find office staff sipping champagne from plastic stemware, go home, soak your toes and add “fix toes” to your New Year Resolutions.
If you choose to stay with the podiatrist, accept the valium drip, plastic glass
of champagne and local anesthesia. You can better justify your “Hmmm? I
suppose,” acceptance of the tipsy podiatrist’s advice to remove your big toe nails (and kill the root), so you will never again suffer from ingrown toenails.
There I’ve done it. I’ve written about nothing and something in less than an hour.
Bonus! My topic has an HEA. I recently discovered a salon experienced at constructing fake toenails. I now get ten cute tootsies with my pedicures. For the record, they will not prorate pedicures based on the number of nails painted.
I know. I’ve asked.
EPIPHANIES FOUR through SIX
Do not name your new toenails. It makes saying goodbye painful. Fred and I found Ginger floating polish down in my bath water. Fred rarely breaks into spontaneous dance. When he does, I look like a horse pawing the ground with one hoof. Worse. I snort.
Take or find a topic-specific picture. Make something up. Put yourself out there. Leave no fear untouched.
Edit and post the dang article before you find your mind.
LATE BREAKING NEWS! NEW MATERIAL EVIDENCE! In response to this post, writing buddy, Crit Partner and Prankster Extraordinairel Sherry Isaac, chose to email her tootsie pic from the M&M conference gala. A foot fetish faux pas for her? Game on!
SO! There you have it. My Deja Vu blog post. I LOVE COMMENTS! Leave a comment to let me know you were here, to recommend a good podiatrist in the greater DFW area, to pimp your own Deja Vu blog post. (Mentions of your own or others blogs is not frowned upon in this establishment.) I plan to be busy finding new blogs and making friends today. Happy reading, writing, or whatever pops your kettle corn today.