The Competition

 

I'm not sleeping.  I've started waking at four a.m. again.  I'm not eating well.  I've quit cooking and am dining from take out counters and frozen boxes and cans.  I drink too much coffee during the day and too much alcohol at night.  I know, I know. . . this isn't consistent with what I wrote in the last few days.  Do you come here for consistency?  A blog fluctuates like the life of a mind.  But look at the competition.  I have this morning.  Not competition, really.  These are blogs of famous writers and musicians.  There is one from Mark Spitz who has just published "Jagger," a biography of Mick.  Here is the link.  Remember, this is a fellow who has made a living his entire life writing for national publications.  You may enjoy it.  And I read that Sinead O'Connor has her own blog, too.  Let's see if she is able to post every day.  And neither of them are putting up their own photographs, let alone ones that take hours and hours to produce.  And unlike them, every day I go to the factory.

I'm not tooting my horn.   I'm just sayin'.

But there are more of you every week.  I think the value of my blog has doubled since The Huffington Post was sold for millions of dollars.  Mine may be worth hundreds more now.  Not that I've had any offers.  I'm just letting any potential buyers know.  This could be a franchise, I think.  Big potential for someone with a business head.

CC sent me the photo that follows.  Yes, I'm still feeling like Lee Marvin or at least Kid Shelleen from "Cat Ballou."