In the last six years I have compiled several document files of fantastic fun-filled, belly-rocking good times with several of my more gullible characters, in particular, poor hapless Gail.
I’ve also been having a very good time reading some of my favorite blog posts and the sage advice provided therein.
For the next couple or three weeks, I’ll start off with a link to one blog post … play with photo links about or for bloggers … and for the fantastic fun part …
I reprint bleeps from Once More Around the Block with Gail and her comical Bubbie. To remind you … a “bubbie” is a Jewish grandmother.
Sage advice …
From Anne R. Allen’s blog I give you this past Sunday’s post:
You started a blog. Congratulations!
But nobody’s reading it.
Don’t give in to despair. It takes a while to build a readership. Usually a long while. For the first six months I blogged, my followers consisted of my mom and my critique group. The other day I found my journal entry from my blog’s first anniversary. I was totally jazzed because I was up to 36 followers. A year later, I had 600. (Now we’ve got 1652 and 1025 subscribers: thanks, everybody!)
So what happened in that second year? (Read more)
A funny thing happened on the way to the blog …
This photo is from a blog called The Independent and the writer thinks Samatha is beautiful. I have no idea who Sam is … and not that I want to be snarky and all that … but Sophia or Audrey maybe … Samantha ??? I’m not sure.
This is from a CNN blog about why fat women are attractive. Fat women with tats and ill-fitting clothes?
From Darla Writes a blog for new writers. Another blog for new writers? And I wasn’t even trying to find her. Darla just came “UP” on Google. Another reminder of Anne’s lessons on blogging. Get yourself on that first Google page people. And since I found her, give Darla a tumble.
From her “About” page … a little bit of something many of you can relate to: I’m Darla McDavid and I love to write. One of my dreams is to write a book that attracts a publisher and warms a lot of hearts with the story it tells. What does it take to turn a dream like mine into a reality? Sure, I can write. But can I write well? Thinking about that brought more questions to mind:
Bleeps, Bloopers and Outtakes …
Once More Around the Block is a romantic comedy about a recently divorced hapless thirty-something gal and a confirmed forty-something bachelor pizza man. She reads romance novels and he slings pizza … a match made in heaven?
“Somewhere between the yippie-hippie and the proper-preppie is the cultural phenomenon of the yuppie, the bourgeois, nouveau riche trend setters of the eighties. They are fond of the Sharper Image and L.L. Bean catalogs, are in love with Beemers, Thirty-Something and L.A. Law. Clad in Armani suits, carting a Gucci briefcase, wearing their cashmere sweaters folded and draped casually over the shoulder, they research real estate west of Broadway for just the right buildings to convert.
As long-standing residents of the area, the Goldblums drink weak tea, wear Loehmann specials and live in rent control heaven. Conditioned to walking the hills, we rarely have the need to buy cars and when we do, we love Cadillacs and Lincolns, long, gas-guzzling testaments to over-consumption. Although Elaine sports Armani suits and Gucci bags, she has little if no interest in raiding anything but her husband’s offshore bank accounts.
Did I say I was a coward? Yes indeed I am. I am a coward in a long line of cowards, upholding a tradition passed down from generations. My father, Ira Goldblum, for instance. Once in a while my father asserts himself. Usually this is followed by me bringing him extra blankets so he can sleep on the sofa.
How about my Uncle Herb, my father’s older brother? He’s married to my Aunt Rachel and the last time we heard from him was 1960 when he told Aunt Rachel he wanted a new Caddy and couldn’t get her the mink she wanted for her birthday. My father was kind enough to visit him in his motel room.
There’s always cousin Leonard. He’s an idiot and a coward. A double whammy. We haven’t heard a word from his older brother Sheldon since he got back from his honeymoon in 1972.
It’s a Friday night and I’m sitting in the home pretending to watch television. It never occurs to me to tell my mother and sister what I think of them. All the comments I would have said fly out of my head until hours later or while I’m with Bubbie. I’ll show them. You wait and see Bubbie. One of these days …”
I know many of you enjoy reading funny. And I also know more than some of you write funny. Vicky Batman is one of those gals. Vicky is funny and loves handbags about as much as Jenny Hansen loves Cowbells, Laura loves Cowboys and Gloria loves … well when she was with us every day, Gloria loved everything.
What about you reader, do you have a funny bone?
Do you belly laugh at some romantic comedy or cozy mysteries?
Who are your favorite funny-fantastic-fictional-females?