Today I was having lunch with my brother when I got a call from my husband.
I’m tired of saying “husband” all the time… it’s too official. I need to come up with a pseudonym for him. Sort of like “Mr.Big” but nothing with a sexual connotation. Let’s call him Jack for now until we figure this out. I’ll be taking suggestions.
So I got a call from Jack “I read your blog, there’s a problem. You finished your text without a conclusion or a proper ending. You tell the reader a story and then BOOM you just stop! You can’t do that!” and apparently my brother agrees. The reason for that is the fact that I could write forever. So I write and then I stop because I run out of free time. The “story” is technically not over, it’s never over…
The conversation goes on:
Jack: You say he earns his nicknames well. How are people supposed to understand what you mean?
Me: If they read the blog, they know what I mean.
Jack: Oh ya? Ask your brother.
So I ask my brother.
Me: You read my post today, what did I mean by nicknames?
Bro: I dunno…I forgot
Me: just think
Bro: The unsupporter?
Me: CLOSE ENOUGH! See! An avid reader of the blog knows what I mean!
Jack: Avid reader? You have one fan and it’s your brother! Relax!
As soon as I finish dealing with that…I get another call. I answer. Someone’s frantically yelling at me.
It’s my mommy friend from the spa day… she read the post.
CONCLUSION: How time flies! All this chatter and I didn’t even have time to tell you about the magic flute.
I guess it will have to wait till tomorrow…