Talking, talking, talking…

Ever since I started reviewing books on my book blog, I’ve been so busy. That blog takes so much of my time it’s like a full-time occupation. The first and last thing I see everyday is my laptop’s (grimy) display. So, whenever I post something to this blog, it’s either to rant or whine. Which is great. I can put anything up here and no one will ask me to shut my trap. It’s also a little consoling to know that no one I know (or perhaps no one at all) is gonna read this. With my book blog, I commented on other blogs, joined some book-ish sites that were meant to bring more followers to my blog and in short, did a lot of things to promote it. With this blog, I’m doing nada. It’s better that way. I’m not going to invite people to view the inner, twisted workings of my mind. If they happen to come across it and like it, well and good. We’ll get along fine. If not, go screw yourself. Writing on this blog is like talking to the wind. If you do that in real life, people tend to label you as insane. Not here. I can be as insane as I want here.