While I don't want this to be a "Here's what I did today" blog (I already have that over on LiveJournal, not that I keep it up any more) I also haven't yet developed a list of things I want to write about. So....where to turn from here?
My plan is to keep a list in my phone (combining my two favorite things: lists and my phone) of potential subjects as they pop into, and quick like before they pop again out of, my head. The last thing I need is to be faced with this blank screen each noon. What I do NOT need in my life is more pressure to perform in front of a keyboard, capish?
Here's the thing. Last night I was watching Glee. It was a rerun but it was one of the episodes from before Kurt went away to private school so I watched most of it anyway. He sang the song from Victor/Victoria. I so want to be his BFF. Sorry, my inner tween took over there for a mintue. ANYway....the slutty cheerleader used the term "Vocal Masturbation" to describe what Kurt was about to do, which was to sing a duet alone (brilliantly, I might add). It reminded me exactly what I DON'T want this blog to be: Literary Masturbation. Yes, I'm writing this because I enjoy writing, but I also enjoy contact and feedback from my readers (at least I did back when I had readers). I don't want to do this only for myself. I do see that I have two followers. So now I say to the Blog Gods...Please Sir, Can I have some more?
I suppose I need to do some research. I assume I'll find a wealth of advertisement laden knowledge if I run a Google search on how to increase blog traffic. But in the meantime, if you don't mind, tell a friend. Pretty please?
Admittedly I'm not ready to perform the literary equivalent of Kurt's Le Jazz Hot, but that doesn't mean I don't want to...well.....see my literary masturbation turn into at least a small orgy. Yes, my friends, here is proof that a metaphor can be creepy when taken too far. You're welcome.
Today's lunch: Cobb Salad from the pizza joint next door with Newman's Own Balsamic Vinaigrette Dressing. The healthy fat in the dressing cancels out the bacon in the salad and the organic..um..ness? of the dressing cancels out the processed meat products. See? It's like I didn't eat ANYTHING!