It has been a long time since I've had a second blog. It was, admittedly, a blow when The Red Room was sold. I was pretty happy there. I was comfortable. I should have realized something was afoot when they started adding new people at a rapid pace. It was more of a process to be a blogger there and they had some well-known people. I was surprised when I was accepted. The one thing I couldn't understand was why, when I posted certain opinions, I was attacked by so many people. Most of those people never commented on my other posts. I finally learned that the only people who could comment were other Red Room members so no one would be attacked. Apparently, the members hadn't been apprised of that.
My other blog relates to my work. It's about companion animals, how to make life better for them, as well as lesser-known charities, the occasional book or toy review, whatever strikes my fancy as important for pet owners to know. It's on Blogger which is basically idiot-proof.
Rosy Cole invited me here when The Green Room was first opened. Little did she know that I have a show business background so the name, at least, was eminently suitable. I wanted to look around. I had, like other bloggers, felt broadsided when The Red Room closed its virtual doors. Everyone seems to be at Word Press. It has a learning curve, which is fine, but the features everyone loves were things that I hated, like putting your cursor over a picture to see more information. I find such gimmicks to be more of a nuisance. The more I looked at sites, the more disenchanted I became. I put the idea of a second blog on the back burner. And then I returned to it. There was Rosy. Friendly, welcoming Rosy. Not to mention her dog. Always a bonus for me. They both seemed to be inviting me.
I took the plunge, created an account and then ran directly, at top speed, into writer's block. Would I give up any secrets? Would I post about current events? Would I comment on the state of Journalism today? Nothing. Just nothing.
I decided to just let something flow, stream-of-consciousness, now or never. So here I am and now you know why I'm here. Does anyone care? I don't know but I've made a start.
If anyone wants to know more about me, or about my work, my published books, etc., you have but to ask. My life is pretty much the proverbial "open book."