Interesting Developments

I'm eating the strawberries I bought for Valentine's Day (but never got to eat because romance is lost on me) at the speed of madness. I do that whenever I get excited, nervous, or angry. I suppose I should be grateful all of the V-day candy had already been consumed.

I got a phone call from my sister who lives in NYC. She is an interesting girl. She "freelances." I'm not sure who or what exactly she freelances for, but she usually ends up as a production assistant of some kind. She has her finger in about a million little interesting pies, most of which don't exactly pan out, but enough do for her to keep paying the minimum payment on her credit cards, which (to me) defines success.

Anyway, she called and told me that a friend of hers asked if she would be interested in hiring on to write a blog on an issue that means a great deal to both of us. I don't think she likes to write much so she referred him to me! She told him that I was already writing a blog and knew how to do it, and that I felt strongly about the issue at hand. He is supposed to call me tomorrow.

Now I know better than to expect anything to come of this, but I can't help but allow myself one small tendril of hope that I might be able to blog about something I care about for a living. I honestly wouldn't ask for anything more out of life - except for maybe a little bigger house, a few more kids, a housekeeper, and thinner thighs. But I'd even give up my American Idol and/or Jack fantasy.

(It begins this way: The lights are low and I start singing my beeeautyful song. I reach the crescendo and the the lights go up but it isn't a microphone I'm holding...)

Where was I? Oh yeah. If this endeavor pans out in any way, I'll have to stop writing smack about my sisters. Or at least this one.