The Blog

—I’ve been blogging for seventeen years and I still don’t how to do it. 

—Yes, you do, you sent me the link.

—Ah, I know the blog is there. I don’t know if it’s right. 

—I like it, so you should keep doing it. 

—Thanks, love. 

Mary smiled and headed back downstairs. I sat back down at my desk. Looked at my blog. Shite. Start again. Make it more consistent. It bounces around all over the place. I followed Mary down the stairs. The seventh one still creaked. We met in the kitchen. 

—Love? 

—Yep?

—Yer know me blog?

—Yep?

—D’yer think I should only write in one genre? 

—I don’t like those space ones much. You write ‘em well, but I’m not into that stuff. 

—Which ones d’yer like the most? 

—Ah, I love the Greasy Spoon. And those other funny ones. 

—Right, ta, love. Cup of tea?

—Please!

She went into the living room to watch another episode of Meet, Marry, Murder. She likes those. I put the kettle on and stood staring out of the kitchen window. I wondered how many people thought like Mary. Maybe I should, oh hang on…

Looking at my visitor stats, people are reading the cyberpunk ones. But they are reading the other ones as well. Even the horror. So, maybe I shouldn’t change anything. 

I sighed like a deflating balloon. Finished making the brews and took Mary’s in. She was engrossed in her programme. I didn’t want to waffle blog shite at her again. 

I creaked my way back up the stairs, trying hard not to spill my coffee. I have an essential tremor. Meaning my hands shake like I’m nervous. It makes carrying drinks a perilous task. A bit like trying to decide on the direction of a blog. 

Once back in the box room known as my man cave, I got my brew down on the desk without spillage. Massaged my aching fingers and wrists. RSI is a bitch. Looked at my blog again. Yeah, it was alright. I’d unify it a bit. But I reckoned that’s all it needed. 

—Fancy a walk? 

Mary poked her head around my door. I looked at the screen. Realised I needed a clearer head. 

—Yeah, let’s do it. 

I’d write later. Like always. Blogging for seventeen years. With no clue how to do it. Fine, ignorance is bliss.