I don’t generally share upsetting news with my online friends because that’s not why I started this blog. I started it because my now-defunct publisher told me it was the way to sell books. The theory being, if you could get people to like you then they’d buy your books.
You don’t have to say it. I will. What a load of crap.
But by the time I made that stunning revelation I was hooked. Today I literally blog more than I write and from what I’ve read buzzing about the hive, I’m not the only one.
However certain things I just don’t like to write about such as Joel’s disease (chronic couch potatoitis) or the acute pain in my gluteus maximus (the result of my bizarre sleeping habits). Don’t get me wrong. I think bloggers who write candidly about issues such as depression…
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