Being the author of your own story (blog, life) certainly has its perks. (That the author can parenthetically assure the reader that all will live happily ever after, before even introducing some danger is for instance a huge perk.) Those who write fiction (and are good at it) also realize that readers have real relationships with the characters they create. Tolkein’s character Samwise Gamgee is one of the finest men I’ve ever known. And anyone using the phrase “just a hobbit” around me should know thems fighting words. And today I realized that I have some really great friends, including some who are in fact fictional.
Those who read this blog consistently may remember that I try very hard to write these entries two and sometimes three days in advance. So I was touched to wake up on Saturday to find that my post about having a Bad Day (which actually happened mind you back on Wednesday) drew responses from friends offering kindness, reassurance and companionship. It also seemed in a way to draw (to an earlier post) a follow up reply from a fictional dust bunny I sometimes I enjoy sparring with. Seeing those comments rather reinforced my belief that here on the interwebz, time doesn’t matter much, but people and kindness do.
And finally on this Monday morning, I will just mention that no, this big, hairy bear did not in fact develop a shaving fetish over the weekend and somehow transform himself into a smooth, hairless girl. I have actually taken to writing the title for each of these posts first. I then do an image search on the exact title and pick one of the results as the image du’jour, insert it and link it to where it came from and then write the post to fit the title and the image. And I chose the female omniscient mainly because she was the only result on the first page that wasn’t a picture of a man who is not me. Happy Monday, my friends. I hope it’s a great week in your corner of the world.