This would be the third item in the Trifecta of Happiness. But that didn't look nearly as impressive as BlogHer Syndicated Something I Said! So I went with that instead. This blog replaced my diary years ago.
It's where I do my writing for me everyday. Knowing that my words are for me first. The three people who read my blog second.
No pressure. Except for when I get bored and obsessively check my stats and realize I passed the three reader mark a while ago and freak myself out of blogging because OMG... PEOPLE SEE THIS THING?
Or like today. You know. When your wildest bloggy dreams come true and BlogHer says they'll syndicate one of your posts?
Yeah, dude. Major performance anxiety.
If you are a regular reader here, please stop by say hello over there. If you came from there and landed here? Please don't be alarmed if I start talking to myself or when The Husband decides to interview me or if I start calling for my finger monkey named Platform. Oh, and that murder rap is all talk. All talk, I tell you! I mean really, have you ever heard of a murderer who writes fairy tales?