Give your newer sisters and brothers-in-WordPress one piece of advice based on your experiences blogging.
Don’t omit words if you don’t want me to have an aneurysm.
‘…experiences OF blogging,’ WordPress! ‘OF!’
Or is it?
Is it ‘in’? Is it ‘when’? Is it something else altogether?
I have a headache.
New one piece of advice, new bloggers: don’t pretend to be an expert when you are full of self-doubt.
Do you feel uncomfortable when you see someone else being embarrassed?
Always; that’s why I have an aneurysm instead of pointing out your grammatical, punctuation and spelling errors.
What’s most likely to make you squirm?
Anyone who says ‘supposably’. I feel all the embarrassment they don’t.
Do you need to agree with an artist’s lifestyle or politics to appreciate their art?
No; but don’t be surprised if people assume you do.
To spend money on it?
No; I need actual money to do that.
You receive a call from someone an unexpected person. Who is it, and what is the conversation about? Go!
Caller: Did you read the latest WordPress prompt? An extra space, a superfluous word and an imperative!
Me: Sorry; I can’t talk right now: I’m having an aneurysm.
If you could be someone else for a day, who would you be, and why? If that seems too easy, try this one: who would you like to have spend a day as you and what do you hope they’d learn from the experience?
I wouldn’t be anyone; I’m happy to be me. If pushed, however, I would have to say Jada Pinkett Smith. For obvious reasons.
If someone had to be me, I would take a WordPress prompter; I hope they’d learn how not to make my head explode.
What’s the most significant secret you’ve ever kept? Did the truth ever come out?
Yeah, right, WordPress! Like I’d tell you…nice try.
Describe a little thing — one of the things you love that define you worlds but is often overlooked.
I like the letter ‘r’. I can tell you don’t feel the same way.
The Tooth Fairy (or Easter Bunny, or Santa Claus . . .): a fun and harmless fiction, or a pointless justification for lying to children?
I’m a parent; why would I need justification to lie to my children?
Here’s the title of your post: “An Offer I Couldn’t Refuse.”
Set a timer for ten minutes, and write it. Go!
WordPress, WordPress, WordPress…you make it too easy for me.