I have a confession. Some of you might already know this. Wait for it…I am not a real blogger. Far from. I read and follow real bloggers, like Katie from sassandbalderdash (my fave) and I’m nothing like them. I just enjoying making fun of things and people and spit it out like I would say it. No frills, no gimmicks.
A real blogger cares about how their blogs look, how their widgets, whatever that is, stand out on their page. A real blogger spends time creating the perfect blog aimed at getting maximum read. I don’t really give two hoots. I just write the damn things that come to my crazy head. I make no apologies. You like it or you hate it.
If you sometimes come across some misspelled words, I apologize as I take my spelling very seriously. If I mangle the Queen’s English and make a mockery of the language, it’s mostly intentional. If it’s not, I just failed to proofread. If my blog goes on and on, I am not sorry, that’s how I get when I’m excited and can’t wait to spit it out. It all comes out a bubbling verbal mass. Ala verbal diarrhea.
So you see, I am not a bonafide blogger. I don’t have a target audience, do I even have an audience? I don’t have a regular schedule. Do I have a schedule to talk about anything I want to talk about?
I regret to inform you that I am not a real blogger. I don’t really regret but that’s the proper way of saying it. Follow me at your own peril but don’t expect anything from me that only real bloggers can deliver.
Damn! I wish I were a real blogger…