“How Spreading The Blog Love Can Save Your Life” is more of a Think Tank than a formal class, but there is a final exam that all participants must pass before they are allowed to roam free in the blog world.
At the most recent class, one of the newbies asked me why I got up early every Monday morning to write my Coffee Club post. She wanted to know why, if I hated Mondays so much, I didn’t just allow myself the extra sleep that might making dealing with the day a little easier.
Needless to say, that blogger didn’t do very well on her final exam, but I eventually passed her to get her off my property.
To answer her question, I get up early every Monday to write this post because I am a writer. Sure, I go to a “regular job” to help pay the bills, but I am a writer first.
This Monday morning post is the first thing I do every work week just to establish that this Modern Philosopher is a writer. That’s the job that takes precedence. That’s the career I make sacrifices for and will never stop pursuing.
In other news, Spring seems to have finally arrived at The House on the Hill. I was able to sit out on the porch and write yesterday for the first time in eons.
Last Wednesday, I taped another on camera appearance for The Nite Show, so I can be seen on TVs across Maine this Saturday night. I managed to not mangle my lines, and the audience actually laughed and clapped at my performance.
Don’t worry, Modern Philosophers, a permanent move in front of the camera is not in the cards for me. I know that a writer belongs behind the camera.
I’m happy to report that my beloved Yankees pounded the hated Red Sox 14-4 last night. Hopefully, that means idiot Red Sox fans won’t hassle me all week about the Sox taking the series 2-1. It’s way too early in the season to be boasting, but as you all know, Red Sox fans aren’t exactly right in the head.
It looks like it’s going to be another gorgeous day. Of course, I’m leaving the snow shovel in Zombie Car’s trunk just to be safe. You never know in Maine.
Enjoy the coffee and the conversation. Remember, only 17 more hours until it’s no longer Monday. Hang in there!