Thanks Cora Spondence

I have now officially blogged for thirty days in a row. I was wondering what I should write about for this challenge's ultimate entry, and I decided I would write about writing this blog. I was talking to this one guy who kind of lurks on a number of blogs but doesn’t feel comfortable about writing. He says he has a problem not censoring himself and he doesn’t really have anything to say, which is crap because he’s smart and funny, but in a in a one hundred percent heterosexual way. I’m not gay. Sure I did some gay porn in college, but that was gay for pay. I needed beer money, and I was always the top. I’m proud of Revenge of That Won’t Fit and Who’s the Wide Receiver Now. Anyway, this got me thinking about what all writers who volunteer their work for other people to read, whether it’s through a major publisher or on a blog, have in common. They (we) are all arrogant enough to think we either have something original to say or we can say something better than it has been said. I think this little group of ours tends to do both. Our group consists of actual professional writers – meaning they have received repeated remuneration for their written words, teachers, a historian – H is a consonant, a marketing exec – our newest member, two grandmothers who write sporadically but hopefully this will encourage them to write more often, and the sexiest financial planner in the history of the universe – Martha Stewart is second so… yeah. I enjoy reading your writings as much as I enjoy the feedback I get on mine. I even enjoy MJ’s editing. She lets me know when I’ve misspelled something or when I’ve crossed a line of good taste or that if it’s on the internet it’s admissible at trial. I’ve enjoyed this month of writing because it’s gotten easier to write. Instead of just focusing on what I’m writing, I’m able to notice little nuances and patterns. I’m able to recognize my “style”. I’ve gotten a character for LMJ to grow up with and a way for young Elizabeth Graves to snatch jellyfish out of the sea – that is so stolen. Ten posts a month was my arbitrary goal for this before Cora’s leap, and I jumped in so she wouldn’t be alone, not thinking it would become a daily catharsis. Now I don’t know if I can stop, and I know the rest of you better not stop. I need stuff to read. I think we should set a twenty post monthly minimum. We could be a blogging gang – The Eastside Scribes.