100 posts in. It's too late to back out now.

"You know, you really should have a blog."

A lot of people are kicking themselves about now.

If any of them had known, not a one would have been so encouraging. And yet, each and every one of them insisted, at least before the fact, that I really should have a blog.

You just can't please some people.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I've been insufferable--taking notes during everyday conversation ("Hold on a sec. Can you spell that?"), or calling Tawana or Muffin Uptown to ask again what was that that extremely funny thing they said yesterday. An awful lot of the conversations I'm having lately seem to begin with the words, "Listen, you can't blog this..." And my poor mother--I would feel bad for her if she didn't represent some of my best material.

Then there's the lying and the stealing. Wait, I think I meant to call that the creative license necessary to make for a better story and the cultivation of ideas from my blogging friends. Yeah, that sounds better.

The other busy and important publishing professionals stay quite simply scared to death. They never know what I'm subject to say when we're sharing a conference table and am sitting close enough for any one of them to reach over and thump me in my head for my trouble. All the many things I might type into my computer at night to splash all over them out on the world wide webs keeps most of them afraid to boot up their computers in the morning.

All of you, just relax. You just have to assume that if I haven't ruined your reputation, embarrassed you into hiding, or published your bank account or social security numbers over the course of 100 posts, you're probably safe.

Unless you think your social security number might get a laugh? Wait a minute, I may know how to write that...

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