And It All Began With A Hypothetical Conversation
Aly: Oh wondrous, not yet existent, possibly imaginary blog readers… I have a confession.
Not Yet Existent Possibly Imaginary Blog Readers: Go on, child.
A: This is not my first blog. I have had a few before, but I neglected them terribly until they first became deformed and then eventually died.
NYEPIBR: ! !! !!! THE HORROR! Off with your head!
A: Wow, so blood thirsty! Umm…isn’t this the point where you are supposed to offer me forgiveness?
NYEPIBR: That depends…Do you promise not to do the same thing with this blog as all the rest?
A: Hmm… I don’t think I can promise anything, knowing my track record, but I’ll try. At the very least I’ll keep the blog on life support instead of letting it ending up in the mortuary near the local junior high.
NYEPIBR: What kind of city planning is that?!?
A: I know, right? Seriously.
… In any case, am I forgiven yet?
NYEPIBR: That depends…
A: Depends on what?
NYEPIBR: Our Mommas told us never to forgive strangers. Or eat their candy. So you better not try to bribe us. (We like chocolate.)
A: Who doesn’t? I guess I can introduce myself so I’m not a stranger anymore. Maybe then you can forgive me.
I’m Aly (Or Alisha) Thompson. I’m a writer, but I haven’t published anything yet. But I have plots. And plans. And you know, worst case scenario a lot of voodoo dolls and ill feelings.
Ha! That’s a joke! Really, you don’t have to walk away slowly. Nice imaginary blog readers. Come back. Yes… that’s it.
I find myself funny and so does my mother. It’s a totally ringing endorsement, I know. So maybe some of you (the hypothetical readers with excellent taste,) will find me amusing or interesting, too.
Despite all my best intentions, I usually end up writing all sorts of thing. Primarily though, I write YA and Historical Romance. They aren’t as weird a combo as you would think. At least not the way I write them!
I have a lot of random interests that don’t necessarily go together and will probably end up talking about them. Even if no one’s listening. Sorry. My family is introverted, I got used to talking to myself, old habits and all that.
Anyway, I hope I haven’t scared you away yet and you aren’t currently nailing anti-Aly garlic against your doors hoping I can’t come in unless I’m invited.
Okay, not strangers anymore, am I forgiven yet?
NYEPIBR: We don’t know. We still don’t know what you want with us. For all we know it might be for…. NEFARIOUS PURPOSES!
A: Well… I am hoping to start a loyal fan base, so I can easily convert them into a cult with which I will finally TAKE OVER THE WORLD! MWAHAHAHAHAHAAahHahHA!…..err…. I mean, I want to make friends and hopefully entertain people… That’s right.
NYEPIBR: . . .
A: So… not to beat a dead horse (and eww what kind of phrase is that, really?) am I forgiven yet?
Wait… where did you all go?
Why does everyone always run away when I laugh?