First, the important stuff. I fixed the link to the picture in yesterday’s post. Scroll down and get your puppy fix.
And according to the Times, I’m way overdue on abandoning my blog. Apparently, one should consider giving up this hobby if one doesn’t land a book deal or cultivate a devoted and readership. I’d be lying if I didn’t have similar dreams back when I started doing this back in 2002, otherwise known as the Internet’s Cambrian Era. But now it’s become habit. It’s weird; I’m not nearly as rigorous about anything else in my life. Just ask the first draft of the novel sitting on my hard drive; the one slowly dying of neglect. And if I stopped doing this, I’d most likely start talking to myself. And I’ll still be doing this even when this blog is a creaky, rheumatic corner of the Internet that never gets any visitors except for the occasional spambot or renegade artificial intelligence looking for a safe place to hide.
And just to show my appreciation for my readers–all 7 of you–here’s another picture of Mollie and one of her sisters. Mollie’s the one on the left. Or is she on the right? Whatever. Puppies!
Thank you Marc. I had hoped you’d take my wish into consideration. (Oh, is this sentence right?)
My heart melts on seeing these puppies. They’re of a kind you’d like taking in your arms immediately and start teaching them some Dutch.
Their colour is so special! In Europe I never meet such reddish-brown labradors.
As for your blog: I know what it is, how important it is to have such a semi-private, semi-public world to hide. When I write my old-fashioned diary it feels like meditating. In troubled times it is the rock onto which I hold.
Didn’t Epicurus state that in order to be happy one needs a portion of reflection, but also freedom and friendship?
Now it suddenly occurs to me your blog guarantees al three of these immaterial treasures…
My second comment, Marc:
I must be very naive, thinkng up to now ( till I read the article linked to your entry today) that people like you didn’t earn money by writing a blog.
In Belgium, one could never become rich or even financially independant by writing a blog, since too few people speak our difficult language.
When publishing a book, three to five thousand sold copies is considered a big success!
I often think my ample colletion of diaries will later be met with disbelief and surprise. Then, after recovering from that surprise, they’ll burn them, an ecologically wise decision perhaps, although I deliberately buy very posh agendas in simili-leather. (Sorry, I don’t have time left to look up the right word).
Mollie is the one on the left.
oh come on, you totally have a devoted readership!
Don’t even think of quiting. As a rebelious artificial intel… I mean normal, late middle-aged
office worker, I look forward to my lunch hour Spiegel fix. And, of course, puppies.
don’t quit! I read all the time and you don’t know me at all. 🙂
Reader number six signing in.
Who’s seven?
Adorable puppies! I like the spelling (Mollie) of her name, too. So cute. 🙂