Hi, How the hell are ya? If you’ve been blogging for a long time or since last week, you might have heard something about your target audience or your ideal reader. And allow me to say something else controversial here, I’ve never had one. Or it’s always been you. Reading from wherever you are, drinking whatever you’re drinking. Whether you’re in a coffeeshop or on your couch. I don’t care how old you are. I’ve been all different ages while…
‘Isla’s still two…’ If we were having coffee, you’d say ‘WRONG! She’s three.’ I’d say, screw you. But you’re right. She is three. And I’m still tired from all the festivities. I’ve been really social these past couple weeks. I went out of the house and everything. And now I’m tired. Too tired to take Isla to a show that included audience participation. She went with her grandparents instead. And I had plans. Those plans included writing and drinking…
Last night was date night/Twin Peaks night. Neil and I haven’t had one of those in a long time, so Isla spent last night at Dad and Anne’s, playing with their cats and probably having too much sugar. She left and my heart felt like Swiss cheese. She came back and I touched her face and said I love you. She gave me her plastic Skye from Paw Patrol to keep until she gets back and out she runs demanding…
I’ve been blogging for a long time and you might have noticed I’ve been trying to be more consistent with it. Since I’ve come off my various hiatuses, I’m curious about why you’ve stuck with me, and other good stuff about you, my groovy readers. If you would be so groovy, and answer these questions, that would be swell. 1. How long have you been reading my rambles and how did you find me? 2. Are you disabled, a parent,…
If we were having coffee and ask you how your week’s been treating you? I’d tell you I looked in the mirror this week, and it’s actually dawned on me that I’m actually 36. My kid is nearly 3. Next month, Neil and I are married four years. Seems longer. And not long enough. Did I mention that I spilled coffee on Frank the laptop and I’m back on Truman the Giant Desk Top? It’s actually meant more writing has…
