I’m told that a blog is a lot like a houseplant. Some people get way too involved in their special spider fern and the thing ends up taking up more than just all of their time. It takes up half of the living room and replaces the loveseat. I (let’s be frank), am not in danger of becoming one of those people. When I leave town, I won’t be asking anyone to water my little, green friend. I will let it wilt and expect it to immediately recover when I’ve come home and dumped a bucket of water on it. Worse, when I haven’t even left town, I’ll still occasionally let it wilt and expect the same post-bucket recovery. Which is what I’m doing now. The Chia Pet hasn’t had water in a week. I promise to be a better pet plant owner.
Incidentally, now that I’m an old hand at this blogging thing, I’m suddenly feeling entrepreneurial. I have aspirations. I dream of a business called Blog For Me. I will gather a stable of writers, and then take clients too lazy (or busy) to blog, but who are desirous of all the immense gratification that comes from watching web stats rise, pie charts swell, and comments flourish. These lazy people will forward all photos and news items to their assigned ghost-blogger, who will then over-romanticize humorous, coy, and empathetic narratives around them.
I’m sure ghost-blogging for a random high school personality would be more interesting than keeping the traditional self-blog.
Regardless, I’m back. And tonight I will play Mozart to my Chia Pet. Tomorrow, I will scurry around, moving it from sunlit sill to sunlit sill. I’m even planning an earth-shattering post.
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