This morning, I woke up naked. Not a soul on the other side of the bed was nearby – not even the ghost of the dog, who’s been gone for almost three years next month. As I woke up, sitting naked at the edge of the bed – I was wondering, what the hell I was going to write about in today’s, Daily Dish? Literally, my brain when kaput! Nada! Nothing.
It’s been a week since my last blog. It’s been a nightmare since my last blog – okay, its been nearly three times as that since my last blog – my brain as a writer went completely blank, yup naked, trying to drum up another blog to post to the website, something that would garner the attention of readers who’ve subscribed and the general readership alone.
So, I did the impromptu thing I could think of? I went back and read last weeks blog post for some much-needed ideas – as I was reading it, I came up with this rant of a tale idea, might be kinda out of poise, but the idea does seem to work some magical wonders with readers these days on the internet, so, I came up with his idea – “blog naked, sleep naked, write naked, research naked and have sex naked!” Have sex naked?
Now Houston, we might have a problem having sex! There’s no artificial intelligence of the human kind anywhere near this office of the opposite sex – that’s the problem.
Someone wrote to me last week, a friend actually and they suggested, “I write like crazy” – the crazy crap that people read all over the internet and literally take seriously, when most folks know it’s raspberry satire and gibberish garbage in the local supermarket rags, that sit along the isles of the grocery checkstand. They’re idea was to write “gossip or porn,” where most of the gibberish satire seems to grab the attention of readers and their much-needed money to the raspberry satire they read at the checkstand.
“Mad Magazine,” wasn’t my kinda idea of writing daily satire, but, it was a good read in my younger days, before I started writing and blogging.
Picking up one of those grocery isle rags with people claiming to see or been abducted by the latest UFO and it’s Mothership, seems more like satire along the Amazon River and Jewel on the nile in the red river of love. It was neither a love or hate relationship to read, but writing that kind of raspberry satire seems to stir the simmering pot over some hot coals burning the fire pit.
Sure, it’s writing and sleeping naked and writing sex, isn’t actually my cup of tea to begin with, but it cure the ever-growing nods of trying to come up with writing content on a Monday morning quarterback drills on the football practice field between the San Francisco 49’ers and the Denver Bronco’s looking to score a rematch in the Super Bowl.
It’s giving me some thought to drive my insane mind to ground with thoughts of writing raspberry satire that never seems to work on a remedy to cure an ulcer to write a blog at four-thirty am in the morning. Maybe I better go back to bed naked and start thinking of where to dish up another cranberry sauce of satire works.
…., Sigh! Good grief Charlie Brown, Lucy never told you this was the truth on life – only, if Snoopy had loaded up his Red Baron dog house with the things that mattered the most, the idiot dog at the typewriter on top of the Red Baron was probably right after all – life if full of satire shit some people seem to like in the tabloids these days, rather than picking up a decently dished article in the latest Rolling Stone Magazine.
Go figures, let’s write and blog naked in our sleep – I’m going back to bed, Gracie.