Hi. I’m Marianne. I had
an unrealistic dream a goal to write three times a week on my blog and to rule the social media universe. Then I woke up and realized that I wasn’t doing well with it. I didn’t feel what I wrote was as good as it was when I found a spark of something interesting to write about and wrote then. Having three deadlines a week just doesn’t work for me. I began writing a lot about a certain TV show and since I have about two weeks of episodes left, I need to get a new topic. (But I must add that by the end of Brandon and Kelly, I was really sick of Brandon and Kelly. I almost shot my TV.)
So I am going to step back for a little while and write when I receive inspiration, and I feel creative and I feel master of the metaphor. Or I feel anchored in alliteration. Or I need advice.
And I have decided to not rule the social media universe. After watching King’s Speech, I have decided that ruling isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. And seeing all of the publicity Will and Kate have had (I would be scared to sneeze in public if I were her) I think I will be ok not photographing myself buying toilet paper while in the grocery store and writing about how I am just like other people because I buy toilet paper. This is my favorite part of US Weekly because it is truly
poetic absurd – the “Celebrities are just like us” section where they drive their own cars and walk on the sidewalk. Whoever came up with this is a marketing genius. Can you imagine the meeting? The publisher is looking at a table with a bunch of not sensational pictures, and asks: Why do we have 345 pictures of Tom Cruise eating a deviled egg and what are we going to do with them?
Answers soon to be promoted to chief editor employee: Let’s put it in the magazine to show people that celebrities who haven’t brushed their own hair for the last five years and who eat one slice of turkey every three days to maintain calorie intake, are really just the same as I am while I am sitting here in sweats I slept in wondering if I don’t wash my hair until Friday will it look really good for my date with Steve?
And the Publisher realizes this is a gold mine for really stupid pictures and the rest is history.
That was a great tangent.
I’ll see you again when I think of another one.