FAME AND FORTUNE, BLOG WRITING ADVICE

Fame and fortune and blog writing?

Slow down there word-slinger.

Start with writing, then a blog.

What about fame and fortune?

What about it?

I don’t know them, but I’ve read news stories about people in the entertainment industry who complain about their loss of anonymity.

They can’t go anywhere without the feeling of being ‘On.’

Guy gets a haircut and he’s suddenly ‘trying a new style to make it through these difficult times.’

He scrounges through his laundry and puts on his cleanest dirty shirt to go meet the day and ‘his appearance is slipping, is it a call for help?’

The beer he had for breakfast wasn’t bad so he had one more for dessert, and ‘he’s living the lyrics of a country song.’

Maybe that’s you, or someone you know, because you won’t find that narrative here.

The last time I drank booze on a Sunday morning it was a White Russian, dude.

Maybe coffee and Kahlúa?

Either way, it wasn’t a beer and I wasn’t alone.

Married guys who drink alone are not considering their wives, unless the wife is out of town a couple of days.

No one needs to hear any explanation about morning drinking, day drinking, or any drinking.

If you can’t keep your shit together, don’t do it.

 

Blog Writing Advice For Fame And Fortune

My best blog writing advice is simple:

Get out and do things, go see things, be alert to your feelings while you’re out looking around.

What you see here are light sculptures at night in the Phoenix Desert Botanical Garden.

The point being, get out of the house, the apartment, get out and circulate, even if it’s with cactus. In the dark.

There’s always more than what’s apparent at first glance.

And I’m not talking about shadows in the dirt, though they are nice.

To write a good blog you need to scratch around, dig something up, and use your vocabulary to give it the meaning it gives you.

Use those words to best effect, which means reading more than usual.

Which means work, collecting information, and having an opinion on what you learn.

Maybe you’re learned that celebrities who complain about being celebrities will do anything to avoid going back to being a nobody?

A new haircut, a dirty shirt, anything to stir up some interest.

That’s not what’s going on here at BoomerPdx.

Over here it’s all about a nobody writing about nothing in a clean shirt.

Keeping it clean on the screen.

 

About That Blog Opinion: Take A Side

I was invited to dinner one night, my wife and I at a friend’s house.

They’d also invited a neighbor.

We all got introduced over drinks. I was The Blogger.

“So you sit around all day in your pajamas? Is that what a blogger does?”

The neighbor had seen or heard something like that about bloggers.

Then he started talking to my wife in a particular way.

It was blogger gold being out of the house, looking around, and hearing hints of shit-talk coming my wife’s way.

The guy asked questions, got answers, and responded with, ‘Isn’t that nice for you,’ like nothing good had ever happened to him.

The longer I listened the more I believed that nothing good had ever happened to him.

How could that be possible? It isn’t.

What it is, what he was doing, was what old guys do when the shine has worn off.

They go for the sympathy.

I’m an old guy; I know all about sympathy and how to apply it.

The old guy at dinner was cooking and I could see the effect it was having on my wife.

She was getting defensive for having a nice time, a good life, instead of a string of failures wrapped around ex-wives, hateful children, and broken promises.

On the way home I explained the tactics.

Me: He was breaking you down and making you question your values.

Wife: No, he wasn’t. That’s not what he was doing. We were having a conversation, which must seem odd to someone who reads too much into everything.

Me: You were talking to him like you talked to the priest puppet during confession at the last Halloween Party.

Wife: He seemed like a nice guy.

Me: A nice guy doesn’t quiz a stranger and dismiss what they hear with, ‘That must be nice for you.’

Wife: Then what was he really doing, expert?

Me: He was hustling you right in front of me and you couldn’t tell, but I could.

Wife: And what was he going to do with you right there?

Me: A hustler tests the water the first time, then dips their toe in the second time.

Wife: And you know this how?

Me: Do you remember our second date with the present.

Wife: The present?

Me: I gave you a Darth Vader tooth brush and you gave me . . .

Wife: Okay, I remember. No one gave me a toothbrush tonight.

Me: Then what will I do with the present I have for you.

Wife: Where is it?

Me: At home. It can wait.

Wife: I can’t.

Me: And that’s how we stay married.

 

The Hustle Vote

When something sounds too good to be true?

It is.

When glass looks like cactus, it’s still glass.

When a hustler sounds sincere, it’s still a hustle.

What’s it take for such a person to give up the hustle and be a better person?

I’ll wait for the answer.

The hustler has a goal they keep to themselves.

It’s waiting for the right price, the right bid, the right offer they can’t refuse.

It’s waiting for the right beauty queen, the right porn actress, the right assistant with no strings attached.

It’s waiting for the right affirmation, the right signal, the right approval.

Then, when everything is just right, the hustler puts their s schtick aside and comes out from behind the curtain of promises to help, to work hard, to give back.

That’s when they step into the spotlight and share their secret goals; that’s when their audience recoils in shock with, “But you said . . . “

What the hustler says?

“You knew who I was when you met me.”