Ok, ok, I’ll do a blog.

Our DIY blog workshop at the Wheeler Centre back in 2010 was half-way through when we had a local power failure.  Somebody wanted to plug an urn in.  Yup, ashes to ashes, blog to dust.  So I was left with a log-in and a sense of terror that I had published something, who knows what, to the world, and what would it look like, had I avoided profanity and if not had I spelt it right? 

‘Vanity, vanity, all is vanity, saith the. . .’   — I wonder whether the preacher and his reporter got a byline somewhere else.  I guess scribes could run out of papyrus or clay tablets or whatever they blogged on in those biblical times, especially if they used them to potshot at their bosses. So what’s new?  “Plus ça change…”   (That’s what you say to French taxi drivers.)

It’s taken me two years to revisit the scene of the crime, but here I am again, owing to the Necessity of Blogging which requires one to be logged on to some bloggy account or other before one can add a comment to something completely unrelated.

Au revoir pour now.  Stop, that’s plenty, thanks.  Cul sec!

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I'm an editor at Quillpower PR Publishing. Specialising in 'things that are lovely and of good report'. I work with writers to gently brush away irrelevancies to reveal the buried treasure, or chisel meaning from a block of text. As an accredited editor (Inst. Prof. Editors Ltd) with experience in advertising, public relations, news and feature writing and editing for all media I help communicators put a professional shine on their message. But here on the blog, it's after hours, and I may do an elongated tweet every now and then, point up an absurdity, or simply post one of my ancient scribbles before it and I crumble into dust. BTW, WordPress chooses the ads (if any) on my blog. Quid pro quo.
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6 Responses to Ok, ok, I’ll do a blog.

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    • Dear e cigarette,
      Thank you for your post, and perhaps we also have to thank an on-line translater. I love codes, and cryptic crosswords.
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      Attractive section of content.
      Attractive bit of blogging.
      (Great first word -lovely translation.)
      I just stumbled upon your weblog
      I just stumbled upon your weblog
      (Sorry about that. Must keep a lower profile. Have you noticed that humble rhymes with stumble?)
      and in accession capital
      and while searching for the word ‘capital’
      (Ah, so your search engine found the word ‘capitalist’ connected with my photograph of a cyclist, incidentally in the Australian state of Victoria’s capital city of Melbourne. But if you were looking for Raised Capital, it hardly rates a mention in the government Style Manual. You’ll find it skulking on page 328 of the 6th edition, hidden under Decorative Initials. The need for the warning that a series of decorative (raised or dropped) capitals might spell out an unintended word has been demonstrated to telling effect by many a naughty subeditor.)
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      I’m telling you I really enjoyed your blog posts.
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      (Yeah, I know. Life’s so short, and you’re busy, and here I am, messing about and getting distracted. You took the words right out of my blog. Wake up now, e-cigarette. Something’s happening. The couch is on fire.)

  2. I’m bored to tears at work so I decided to check out your blog on my iphone during lunch break.

    • Sew, you felt hemmed in and ruffled by a crewel world? Needed a yarn to get you over a crochety patch? But it seams life’s on the mend for you. You’ve got work. You get a lunch break. You’ve got an iPhone, darn it. And now you’re reading my blog! That’s a clew that you’re on a roll. Keep bobbin along. Twill all work out.

  3. Northern light says:

    Hello? Hello? Anybody here? If yes, then greetings! If not, then these words go into space and travel forever without meeting another mind.

    • Hello there, Madeleine, and greetings back! Yes, I’m nearly here. Mostly there. Not sure you’ve actually met a mind even now. Why is life so full of other stuff and places to be when you’d rather just stay put? Haven’t blogged for ages – been busy editing and writing and giving talks and going to meetings. Speaking of which, adieu mon amie! A bientot. . .

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