Really, what a way to go – potentially, but nothing is ever definite in my world.
People telling me I have responsibilities to my readers.
People telling me that they'd start a magazine for me to write in.
People whining and complaining...
Of course, this is all on top of the fact that my brother is visiting and told me his writer friend read my blog. I immediately got all, "whatever-the-hell-for-I'm-not-a-writer-and-I-would-be-embarrased-if-someone-thought-I-thought-I-was" and I asked all casual-like if she had a blog herself and he guffawed (yes, he does that) and spit out,
"NO! HA!"
Yup.
Obekaybey then!
Now quick! Let me distract you from my shame and point you toward a photo from a Luminara filled Saturday afternoon in which God appears to be blessing my family with joy and airplane rides (that incidentally cause dislocated joints, but I didn’t say anything).
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there is no shame in blogging - no matter how many times Bechara guffaws :)
I say: by all means, if you have readers, keep it up! I've enjoyed reading it - but perhaps that frightens you...
--your brother's writer friend