has slowly started getting interested in the blogger revolution.
he’s so competitive against me it’s crazy.
he’s never been very interested in writing, or journalism, or expressing his feelings, but i think he likes the idea that i make up most of the stuff that i write in here and for the most part i get away with it.
what i think he feels is totally liberating is the fact that i dont even think twice about spell checking, grammar checking, proofreading, or even looking twice at what i write before i hit Post.
he calls me the laziest writer he’s ever sat next to.
i try to explain to him that we only have two government-mandated 15 minute breaks, and that barely gives me enough time to find the pictures to go next to whatever i want to write down, and he puts his hand up makes the world’s tiniest violin movement with his thumb and forefinger and looks back down at his keyboard and tells me im lazy.
i cant wait till he starts his blog.
today he asked me if i have ever been on the Blogs of Note on blogger.com and i had to tell him no.
he asked me why i havent ever been listed on there and i told him it was probably because i use four-letter words sometimes.
then he clicked around some of the more recent Blogs of Note and asked me why Dave Barry, who barely writes anything, and who is brand damn new got to be a Blog of Note and i told him i didnt know and didnt care.
then i told him i couldnt care less about Dave Barry or his weak blog and he looked up from what i was doing and stared at me like i had just uttered some sort of blasphemy.
all i want to do is fight crime.
all i want to do is do my job and go home and write to you.
then i want to watch a little tv, do my curls, get a good night’s sleep, and go back to work and give it my all.
sometimes i wonder if people know how hard i work and how much i care about what i do.
flying chopper one isnt as easy as i make it look, and writing a majority of this blog in under 15 minutes a pop takes concentration and clarity that i really dont have.
the fact that i even get ten readers a day, never mind 100 times that baffles me more than anything and im sure one day it will all come crashing down, and you know what i will do when that happens? nothing. not a damn thing. i will keep on plugging away because im in this thing for the long haul.
or until someone says, we see so much potential in what you can do, heres a bag full of moolah and a hearty handshake, quit your blog and write one for us.
and if you cant dream in cyberspace, my friends, where can you dream?