“Why don’t you write more like John Shore?” my wife Alana asked.
She had just read his post here http://johnshoreland.com/2008/04/28/if-we-were-descended-from-apes-at-least-i-wouldnt-have-to-work/ .
“I’ve been reading your blog. Most of the time you write about what someone wrote on their blog. You should write more like the columns you used to write,” she said, hearkening back to days when I was paid to write and had more time to work at it.
“Well, that’s just the last couple of entries. You have to read them all” I replied, springing into defensive mode.
“No, I read a lot of them. I liked your blog about the periodic tables,” she said.
So my writing skill came under fire after driving 20 miles out of my way to buy her premium cookies and cream ice cream and deliver it to her doorstep.
She’d called me right after work ended – 8:32 p.m. EST – and asked me to bring her the ice cream because her throat hurt.
I did, sensing a chance to display unconditional love.
Then she started in on me about the writing.
My ire rose.
I took the bait for a moment and thought of snappy replies like “yeah, well, look who’s writing now! People like Shore actually read my blog! (sometimes, when I beg, I added under my breath).”
Of course, then I remembered even though I write as a hobby and work in a call center, she writes professionally – proposals – and earns almost twice the pay I do.
I helped get the kids into their beds, kissing and hugging them goodnight and then stalked down the townhouse’s stairs and out the front door, leaving my wife watching an episode of “Supernanny.”
I suspect she knows she got to me.
Driving back to where I live, I thought about dropping this whole blog thing.
It started out with me wanting to help people and grow up as a Christian. Then I wanted to practice my writing.
Now I want to call John Shore out into the streets of blog-ray-dough for a blog off because my bride shot and wounded my pride.
Dare I make such a challenge.
Am I still the quick-on-the-draw punslinger that I used to be?
Or would someone get hurt by stray punfire?
I’m a mullin’ this one over, see.
Don’t want to be a coward, but it’s a foolhearty man who goes up against a professional.
My pride would really hurt if I were pun out of town.
What would I gain by a blog off?
Any respect from my wife would fade if I didn’t keep penning bigger and better blog entries.
No one would pay me for it either.
I’m asking God about it, silly as it sounds.
John has a great thing going over at his site with all the love he shows toward idiots like me who fill up his entries with strange comments.
He usually lets me ramble, too, instead of moderating the comments.
I hate it that he’s more like Jesus than I am. Grrrrr.
I’ll keep trying.
He and a lot of others are trying to show a lot of people about God’s love.
I’d like to join in if I can get past this idea of a blog off.