Fantasy books, terrible advice, and random silliness
For my blog’s first birthday, I thought I’d look back over my first year blogging and spout wisdom. But then I drank tea and wrote random stuff instead.
Yesterday my blog turned a year old.
Yes, despite the constant concern that I would wake up one day with absolutely nothing to say, I’ve somehow managed to post twice a week for 52 weeks.
(To be fair, I often don’t say anything.)
The one year mark seems like the appropriate time to say certain things. Here they are.
I can learn something from reading any bestseller, even Fifty Shades of Grey.
As part of my quest to read mega-bestsellers, I recently read Fifty Shades of Grey by E.L. James. This post is my attempt to share my thoughts on it.
I’m not reviewing the book, and I’m not going to attack or defend the things portrayed in it. But, like it or hate it, it is humongously successful, and my purpose is to see what I can learn from it.
The first thing I asked myself when I decided to talk about this book is how much I can say on a PG blog. Can I say the word “sex”?
Hey, I just did. I guess that’s a yes.
What about “kinky sex”? Looks like I can say that too. But that’s as far as I’m going to go.
Now that I’ve figured out the rules, shall we make a start?
Continue reading “PG thoughts on the mystery of 50 Shades of Grey”
On the rare occasions when people ask me for it, I can give pretty darn good advice.
Don’t rob a bank if you like rooms with four real walls and a separate bathroom.
Don’t wear a short skirt without underwear when it’s windy.
Don’t reheat the garlic bread in the microwave when it’s still in its tin foil.
To be fair, I’ve only done one of these things myself, and only for a few seconds. (Have you seen blue lightning in the microwave? For a moment I thought I’d caught a dragon.)
I have a confession to make.
Since I went back to work a month and a half ago, I’ve done very little writing.
None at all some weeks, an odd and unproductive hour other weeks.
I could make excuses, but honestly I’ve been run down to the ground, and surviving has taken priority over writing. I don’t feel bad about it.
Continue reading “A confession and the true value of this blog”
