I follow a wonderful writer,
who blogs under the name
ShePoet.
You really should go over
and read her work.
It's dark
and mysterious
and sensuous.
I love it.
She gave me an award,
under my pen name
which I have posted over there.
But I felt bad that
even though I adore this woman,
I wasn't going to write a post about her
at my other blog.
You see,
I want to keep my writing blog just that:
only writing.
I don't know why I need to do that --
I just do.
All you people with OCD will understand.
Something happens when I log in
under my pen name.
It's like a muse to me.
Here, I can be Crazy Mo
and make everyone laugh
(although, I appreciate, today ...
not so funny),
but with my Writing Hat on
I can be someone else.
There,
I am a Writer;
hunched over a manual typewriter,
cigarette dangling from my mouth,
half-empty glass of scotch
leaving water rings on the walnut desk.
I know that ShePoet understands.
So, ShePoet,
Know that I love your work
and I very much appreciate the award.
Blessings.
xo
Updated: ShePoet has left the BloggerSphere.
We don't know where she is, or why she left.
I hope she's well.
ShePoet ... if you read this, post a note
so we all know you're ok.
We miss you!"
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3 comments:
Must be fate, I just logged on and yours was the first post I seen. Don't feel bad, I totally understand. I wasn't offended at all my dear. I thought you didn't see the post. I didn't expect any reciprocation of any kind. I'm really a behind-the-scenes kind of girl. You have an awesome blog, of which I enjoy your writing. Thank you!
She Poet: Right back at ya!
i have some stuff what'll get them water rings offa ya walnut desk.
don't menshun it.
:-)
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