Five Toes Red

I have nothing at the moment that I feel pressed to write about, but the boss, well, he wants me to post a blog anyway and being one to do what the boss tells me, as best I can, even that happens to be poorly done, here I am.

Yeah, fine, whatever, the boss in this case is me. I want to post, even though I am as described above, not particularly possessed of anything to post about.

So why am I posting then? It's not like I am getting money for this and I am keenly sharp and in writing shape, having written daily for all but 21 of the days since January 01, 2000. So, again, why am I here?

I am here because I want to be here, posting, even though I don't have any particular nugget to write about.

And you are here here, because even if I have no particular nugget to write about, I still make it worth your while.

Okay, I don't know that there is any particular you here. I don't know that anyone has read these words than me myself and I.

Surely I'd rather a few or more eyes laid theirs upon these words, but...I don't lose sleep over it.

But yeah, sigh say I to this. it sucks to be a writer who maybe can't even get a few pairs of eyes on some goodly free writing.

And yet, I've made fourteen sales of my book and two of my monthly, so I've actually sold some of my writing, which is better than people from away reading my blogs, when their contribution to my well being isn't at the same level.

Anyway, that is all for this day. I'll be on my way now, I have something else to do, that made it important for me to get most of my posting done before that, than after it.

Next when.


Charles Petrie