As a lazy blogger, I really have to thank Cyndi, my imaginary stalker for helping me stay on task. I realize that life does get in the way of my blog and I don’t contribute to it as much as I should. Sadly, this punishes the people who need my wise and amusing words more than anyone else..YOU my dear reader. So please accept my deepest apologizes when I say I’m sorry for not being able to write as much as I should.
Do I sound like a whiny little complainer? Oh, my life is so tough and so hard…whine, whine, and more whine. Actually, if the blog was truly important I’d write in it everyday with my two followers hanging on to every word I managed to spill forth from my humble keyboard.
Hmm, narcissism approaches…or is it the fear that my blog is one of the millions out there that is deadly boring. Really, what do I have to offer to the average reader besides my charming and sarcastic wit and humor?
I observe that at least Cyndi is a true die-hard reader (even if she is imaginary). And boy, is she good for the old ego! She never complains about my work (of course, it would be helpful if she offered a bit of advice once in a while). Perhaps, I can expand on Cyndi’s life to bring her into more of an active role as a stalker and give her some background in which my other two readers can feel like they know Cyndi. I think Cyndi deserves a little background and to become a little more human.
I would say Cyndi is in her mid-thirties (hey, she’s my stalker..I can make her into my imagine), she has two children, and a good husband. She lives in the suburbs and dreams about living in the big city. She doesn’t want to live in the big city but she dreams about it due to watching too many love stories set in New York City.
Perhaps if I had a novel or something publish, Cyndi could come to a reading…pen in hand.
Ah, enough of building our imaginary stalker Cyndi for one evening.