I just got home from lunch with HRH Blogging Queen Woogsworld, and HRH Entertainment Queen Wendy Harmer, with the next generation of fabulous bloggerati.
Typically, just as we were saying “Mmm some drinks would be nice,” as if by magic the drinks arrived, so those who know me will know I declined and had a green juice instead. Bullshit. It’s Friday lunchtime.
The twin W’s are funny, very funny, they are in fact gorgeous, voluptuous generous goddesses, I told them so on Twitter but you’ll never see them retweet it; too modest, unlike others we could mention.
Apparently Wendy once caught a fish in her cleavage whilst swimming, it emerged in the shower much later in the day. I might try it myself next time we’re at Long Reef, may as well put these puppies to good use for something now they’ve long finished feeding my spawn.
She’d forgotten the story, actually, Woogle had to remind her. We do forget, it starts when we’re pregnant because we have too much information stuffed in – birthdays, favourite friends, seven sporting fixture venues plus times per weekend, excursion notes, where we put our car keys and less important things like is there enough food in the house for the teen and his army of friends who may descend at any moment. No wonder we can’t remember fish stories.
Woogle told a little story about how she doesn’t give a fuck what people think of her opinions, and a little piece of me went “yeah, go you.” I’ve bottled it for dark days along with her Gordons gin cocktail, which she makes in house with home grown elderflowers and freshly plucked limes.
“What do you hope to get out of your blog?”was the next question? Bloody hell I was staggered by how many people around the table suffer or have suffered from, anxiety and have turned to blogging as a form of therapy. Is it a creative, restless spirit thing? I mean I know a lot of famous creatives were tormented souls but there seems to be a disproportionately high number of people in my world who suffer. Love and light to all of you gorgeous ladies, I feel your pain.
The upside is I don’t feel like such a freak any more.
Wendy had a really good idea when I mentioned some days were really dark and some light and funny and it was hard to find a consistent writing groove. Why not have a visual prompt of what sort of day it is? Today is a happy, happy day or today is a dark, gloomy and cobwebby sort of place under the stairs.
Isn’t that a good idea? Anyway, thanks Woogle and Wendy and all of you lovely ladies, I had a ball. Let’s do it again.
Do you think a blog tone can be both dark and light in the same place, depending on what sort of day it is?