Last week Molly and I were talking blog posts. She asked if I ever worried, when writing my essayists posts, that the writers might visit my blog and read what I’d written. She said she’d once written about a craft book, and the author had shown up and commented on it. (Luckily, what she’d written had been positive.)
“Nah,” I said. I don’t think the likes of Annie Dillard, Adam Gopnik and Joan Didion bother poking around on piddly blogs like mine.
Maybe I shouldn’t have been so sure. Remember how I posted this picture the other day, and praised Spunk and Bite? One guess as to what happened.
Go ahead and click on the photo, which will take you to my flickr page. Read the comment below the photo. But promise you’ll come back.
Isn’t that fun?
Isn’t that terrifying?
What if Pico Iyer shows up and sees how I’ve been ribbing him? (After a whole post of lavishing, mind you.) What if the guy from Dead or Alive drops by and reads the comments on the spinner post and discovers how I’ve compared him to the child catcher in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang?
Oh dear. I never thought I’d say this, but I’m glad M.F.K. Fisher is dead. So I won’t gnaw my nails to the nubs as I write her essayist post in a few days.
I suppose there’s only one thing I can do if more famous folks mosey on over. I will simply take a deep breath and muster all my spunkiness.
We’re off for a few days of camping with our homeschooling buddies. Let me know if I should eat a s’more for you. See you next week.