Thank goodness it’s midnight on a Sunday night and I hope most of my readers are sleeping because my computer just did some sort of kung fu, technical, sci fi, I have a virus crap and published a post that stated “I have”. For those of you who read it, hopefully you made up a good story for what came after those two words, for those of you who didn’t……whew.
Here’s what I was thinking…….
I have now started to tell more and more people about my writing, including getting cards made….you can order 1000 for twelve bucks or something so why not? I hate writing http://www.followingfunny.com on a bar napkin, a piece of scratch paper or the back of a deposit slip. It’s not professional and it’s hard to remember where it came from…..and let’s not even talk about the bad branding.
This means that a fairly close circle of friends now know that I have a hobby. Most are not surprised…..some are completely shocked.
I find it hilarious when some of my friends/acquaintances ask “will you be writing about me?” or “will you be writing about this?” (meaning what’s happening right then) I usually say no but am secretly making notes about the moment, hoping they will fit into a story somewhere. Oddly enough, there’s more that I don’t write about than I actually do write about because I don’t want to be offensive, my family might be reading it or I just cannot put it in words.
Tonight on my way home from a night away I stopped to see a friend who owns a bar. She asked me for some more cards because she had given them all out and one of the guys said, “oh, I saw those yesterday and was wondering what they were all about”. Then he started asking questions, we chatted, I gave him a card and he asked “oh, do I dare read it, have you been writing about me”. I said no, “I don’t mention names and I’m fairly general with a lot of things I write”.
After some conversation I said “oh I have to write about that” and he asked “so you won’t use my real name?” and I said “no”. He looked and me and we started laughing and he said “oh yeah, you’ll use Kris with a K”. Well, that was enough to last the entire night. It was Kris with a K from then on out. I pretended to make mental notes, I actually made notes and act like I would really tell stories about him and the chickens running around in his front yard.
Sometimes you just have to make them sweat……