408. Adele slogged away
© Bruce Goodman 22 November 2014
Adele slogged away at her blog for yonks. Most days she posted a pic of herself doing something, or maybe a photograph of a flower, or a picture of a quilt she’d made. Sometimes she wrote a poem and sometimes just random thoughts about her life.
There was no one ever ever ever read or saw it. But she kept doing it like it was a compulsion.
Then one day, she clicked the like button on her own page. She got an almost instant email. “Congratulations. You liked you own blog.”
Adele was over the moon. Kinda fun. Nothing wrong with liking yourself.
That was it. After that, she never wrote another damn thing, but put all her extra time into quilting. She was good at that.
Someone said, why don’t you drag yourself away from that old-fashioned quilting shit and get a life and start blogging like everyone else in this modern age, ya plonker?
She said, a pig is as good as a poke, so get stuffed, and went on sewing.
Good on ya, Adele. Her last quilt sold for six and a half thousand. That’s six and a half thousand more than most bloggers make in a lifetime.
“I’ve done that now,” said Adele. “Time to move on. I think I might take up singing. All I need is a stage name. Not my own name, but one that will sell.”