Why did I just write a blog during the middle of the work day? Why am I now writing a second one?

I have real work that has to be done. I have 17 “very urgent” projects sitting on my desk. Why, suddenly, was writing about VPL on a stranger more urgent than working? Or writing about writing about...?

Because it’s Friday! Friday doesn’t mean much to the unemployed, but it’s certainly significant to those of us who have jobs, isn’t it?

Hee. Hee. It’s good to be employed.

I swear, if I could find anyone to go with me, I’d go to the Romance Writers of America Convention that’s being held downtown this weekend.

My treat. I’d buy the memberships and we could wander around and try to learn things. Or mock people under our breath. I’m cool with either approach. I need to attend a convention that offers panels on such important subjects as “1001 Metaphors for Body Parts.” I totally do. I am so in the mood for that kind of thing right now.

Why don’t the friends I could browbeat into doing something like this live closer to civilization as epitomized by Denver, Colorado, that’s what I want to know.

I have a very forceful personality. I could browbeat my friends if they lived close enough. Or bribe them or something.

Or we could go shopping. I’m always up for shopping.