Hello, readers. I will admit that my blog is not doing well these days. Frankly, it is on life support. You may have, but probably not as the short story had few hits, noticed the story about Gabby called "To Dance" has died a slow death in the ratings. It started as a one scene dream, then I thought, "what the hell, give it a go." Oh sure, I am working on two books and another short story, dealing with MS---plenty of time---NOT.
This blog started as a tale of my life living with MS. It was about LIFE and LIVING not a disease, but my readers turned out to be mostly people living with MS. Honestly, I have little more to say on that topic. It is what it is. I'd hoped for a cure by now, something, anything, when what I got was just another day of more of the same. HOW can anyone want to read this crap? BORING.
There are a few more posts in me, perhaps something to help people living with chronic illness, but my family stories have pretty much been told. I put me all in this blog.
My fellow bloggers have slowed down too. Blogger is harder to use. Leaving comments is harder. The fun is swiftly dwindling.
It is 5:04PM in Seattle, WA; the sun shone in all its glory today. day. Tomorrow is another day. For this blog...we shall see.
Friday, February 15, 2013
Blog on Life Support
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Hello, readers. I will admit that my blog is not doing well these days. Frankly, it is on life support. You may have, but probably not as the short story had few hits, noticed the story about Gabby called "To Dance" has died a slow death in the ratings. It started as a one scene dream, then I thought, "what the hell, give it a go." Oh sure, I am working on two books and another short story, dealing with MS---plenty of time---NOT.
This blog started as a tale of my life living with MS. It was about LIFE and LIVING not a disease, but my readers turned out to be mostly people living with MS. Honestly, I have little more to say on that topic. It is what it is. I'd hoped for a cure by now, something, anything, when what I got was just another day of more of the same. HOW can anyone want to read this crap? BORING.
There are a few more posts in me, perhaps something to help people living with chronic illness, but my family stories have pretty much been told. I put me all in this blog.
My fellow bloggers have slowed down too. Blogger is harder to use. Leaving comments is harder. The fun is swiftly dwindling.
It is 5:04PM in Seattle, WA; the sun shone in all its glory today. day. Tomorrow is another day. For this blog...we shall see.
Hello, readers. I will admit that my blog is not doing well these days. Frankly, it is on life support. You may have, but probably not as the short story had few hits, noticed the story about Gabby called "To Dance" has died a slow death in the ratings. It started as a one scene dream, then I thought, "what the hell, give it a go." Oh sure, I am working on two books and another short story, dealing with MS---plenty of time---NOT.
This blog started as a tale of my life living with MS. It was about LIFE and LIVING not a disease, but my readers turned out to be mostly people living with MS. Honestly, I have little more to say on that topic. It is what it is. I'd hoped for a cure by now, something, anything, when what I got was just another day of more of the same. HOW can anyone want to read this crap? BORING.
There are a few more posts in me, perhaps something to help people living with chronic illness, but my family stories have pretty much been told. I put me all in this blog.
My fellow bloggers have slowed down too. Blogger is harder to use. Leaving comments is harder. The fun is swiftly dwindling.
It is 5:04PM in Seattle, WA; the sun shone in all its glory today. day. Tomorrow is another day. For this blog...we shall see.
Hello, readers. I will admit that my blog is not doing well these days. Frankly, it is on life support. You may have, but probably not as the short story had few hits, noticed the story about Gabby called "To Dance" has died a slow death in the ratings. It started as a one scene dream, then I thought, "what the hell, give it a go." Oh sure, I am working on two books and another short story, dealing with MS---plenty of time---NOT.
This blog started as a tale of my life living with MS. It was about LIFE and LIVING not a disease, but my readers turned out to be mostly people living with MS. Honestly, I have little more to say on that topic. It is what it is. I'd hoped for a cure by now, something, anything, when what I got was just another day of more of the same. HOW can anyone want to read this crap? BORING.
There are a few more posts in me, perhaps something to help people living with chronic illness, but my family stories have pretty much been told. I put me all in this blog.
My fellow bloggers have slowed down too. Blogger is harder to use. Leaving comments is harder. The fun is swiftly dwindling.
It is 5:04PM in Seattle, WA; the sun shone in all its glory today. day. Tomorrow is another day. For this blog...we shall see.
Hello, readers. I will admit that my blog is not doing well these days. Frankly, it is on life support. You may have, but probably not as the short story had few hits, noticed the story about Gabby called "To Dance" has died a slow death in the ratings. It started as a one scene dream, then I thought, "what the hell, give it a go." Oh sure, I am working on two books and another short story, dealing with MS---plenty of time---NOT.
This blog started as a tale of my life living with MS. It was about LIFE and LIVING not a disease, but my readers turned out to be mostly people living with MS. Honestly, I have little more to say on that topic. It is what it is. I'd hoped for a cure by now, something, anything, when what I got was just another day of more of the same. HOW can anyone want to read this crap? BORING.
There are a few more posts in me, perhaps something to help people living with chronic illness, but my family stories have pretty much been told. I put me all in this blog.
My fellow bloggers have slowed down too. Blogger is harder to use. Leaving comments is harder. The fun is swiftly dwindling.
It is 5:04PM in Seattle, WA; the sun shone in all its glory today. day. Tomorrow is another day. For this blog...we shall see.
Hello, readers. I will admit that my blog is not doing well these days. Frankly, it is on life support. You may have, but probably not as the short story had few hits, noticed the story about Gabby called "To Dance" has died a slow death in the ratings. It started as a one scene dream, then I thought, "what the hell, give it a go." Oh sure, I am working on two books and another short story, dealing with MS---plenty of time---NOT.
This blog started as a tale of my life living with MS. It was about LIFE and LIVING not a disease, but my readers turned out to be mostly people living with MS. Honestly, I have little more to say on that topic. It is what it is. I'd hoped for a cure by now, something, anything, when what I got was just another day of more of the same. HOW can anyone want to read this crap? BORING.
There are a few more posts in me, perhaps something to help people living with chronic illness, but my family stories have pretty much been told. I put me all in this blog.
My fellow bloggers have slowed down too. Blogger is harder to use. Leaving comments is harder. The fun is swiftly dwindling.
It is 5:04PM in Seattle, WA; the sun shone in all its glory today. day. Tomorrow is another day. For this blog...we shall see.
Hello, readers. I will admit that my blog is not doing well these days. Frankly, it is on life support. You may have, but probably not as the short story had few hits, noticed the story about Gabby called "To Dance" has died a slow death in the ratings. It started as a one scene dream, then I thought, "what the hell, give it a go." Oh sure, I am working on two books and another short story, dealing with MS---plenty of time---NOT.
This blog started as a tale of my life living with MS. It was about LIFE and LIVING not a disease, but my readers turned out to be mostly people living with MS. Honestly, I have little more to say on that topic. It is what it is. I'd hoped for a cure by now, something, anything, when what I got was just another day of more of the same. HOW can anyone want to read this crap? BORING.
There are a few more posts in me, perhaps something to help people living with chronic illness, but my family stories have pretty much been told. I put me all in this blog.
My fellow bloggers have slowed down too. Blogger is harder to use. Leaving comments is harder. The fun is swiftly dwindling.
It is 5:04PM in Seattle, WA; the sun shone in all its glory today. day. Tomorrow is another day. For this blog...we shall see.
Hello, readers. I will admit that my blog is not doing well these days. Frankly, it is on life support. You may have, but probably not as the short story had few hits, noticed the story about Gabby called "To Dance" has died a slow death in the ratings. It started as a one scene dream, then I thought, "what the hell, give it a go." Oh sure, I am working on two books and another short story, dealing with MS---plenty of time---NOT.
This blog started as a tale of my life living with MS. It was about LIFE and LIVING not a disease, but my readers turned out to be mostly people living with MS. Honestly, I have little more to say on that topic. It is what it is. I'd hoped for a cure by now, something, anything, when what I got was just another day of more of the same. HOW can anyone want to read this crap? BORING.
There are a few more posts in me, perhaps something to help people living with chronic illness, but my family stories have pretty much been told. I put me all in this blog.
My fellow bloggers have slowed down too. Blogger is harder to use. Leaving comments is harder. The fun is swiftly dwindling.
It is 5:04PM in Seattle, WA; the sun shone in all its glory today. day. Tomorrow is another day. For this blog...we shall see.
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