"Neither do men light a candle, and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick; and it giveth light unto all that are in the house. Let your light so shine...that they may see your good works". (Matthew 5:15-16).
I've been at the business of blogging for over 18 months now. In that time, I've posted close to 70 "works" --- some good, a few very good, most so-so --- with a number of others in various stages of development. Despite trying to fly under the radar, I've been seeing a slow, but steady increase in visitors to my little neck of the cyberwoods.
Because he's a good husband, Richard has long encouraged me to shoot for a wider audience, but I was like a roach that scurries into a crack when somebody flicks on the light. So I stayed in the dark and pounded away at my computer writing blogs for fun, not fame or profit.
Then in October I received my first comment that was not generated from a member of my immediate family. It was exciting to know I had briefly connected with someone, and it got me to thinking that maybe it was time to quit putting my light under that bushel.
But I got busy and when I wasn't really busy, I had more excuses than a dog has fleas. Did I tell you I'm the Queen of Excuses?
BRAIN: It's late and you need to get to bed.
ME: This rerun of Frasier is almost over, then I'll go to bed.
BRAIN (15 minutes later): You REALLY need to get to bed.
ME: But it's the Golden Girls, back when Betty White was still cute.
BRAIN: You just conked out there on the couch. GET TO BED!
ME: I'm awake! I'm awake!
BRAIN (20 minutes later): NOW will you go to bed?
ME: I'm too tired to get up.
BRAIN: That's your body telling you you need rest.
ME: It's comfortable here, and I don't feel like washing my face...
BRAIN: Oh, boo-hoo!
ME:...and brushing my teeth...
BRAIN: If I had eyes, I'd be rolling them derisively. Oh...wait...
ME: ...and hanging up my clothes...
BRAIN: So don't.
ME:...and putting on my jammies.
BRAIN: If it didn't kill us both, I'd leave and seek other employment.
ME: Besides, I have a cat in my lap. I can't disturb the cat.
BRAIN: That cat has more sense than you do.
ME: Oooh, look! Killer Klowns From Outer Space* is coming on!
BRAIN (2 hours later): NOW will you go to bed?
The grey matter and I had some major rows on the subject of taking SOTSOTR public. I won't give the play-by-play, but I finally ran out of excuses. And so, against my better judgement, I am taking steps to shine this little light of mine to a wider audience.
Anyone who is a regular reader --- anyone? --- hello? --- will notice some changes: 1) There's a new contact page under About Me. 2) You can subscribe to SOTSOTR to receive email updates whenever I post a new blog. 3) I'm testing a Forums page. This page is currently password protected while I figure out how it works, and if it would be a good fit.
These are small steps leading up to the biggest one of all: getting my little blog out on social media. I just wish I could shake the feeling that I am making a deal with the devil.
Just call me,
Prunella de Vil
P. S. Wow. This blog starts out with a Bible passage and ends with talk of devilish dealings. I don't know how that happened.
*This is a real movie, released in 1988.
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