Books on my Bedside Table?
We need to talk.
You may have noticed that I've been a bit preoccupied. Well, there's really no easy way to say this ...I've met something else.
How long has this been going on, you ask?
Well...almost a year.
I know. I KNOW! I just couldn't help myself. At first the liaisons were just at night, but soon I was doing it in broad daylight. It makes me feel so alive, so electric! I've never really experienced anything like this before.
That may sound new agey to you, but it's true, dammit!
I'm sure it does feel like a betrayal, and I am sorry... But, I've fallen in love.
Yes, it has a name. Not a very attractive one, but one that excites me. It is called...BLOGGING.
It's all encompassing, addictive, and ...
O.K., yes, I've let a few things slide.
Including you. Yes, you're right.
But, all those years? When I was digging into your stories and avoiding looking at my own? Well, now I'm looking and writing my own stories and it feels delicious.
I do miss you. Really, I do.
Remember when you and I would nestle in for a good cozy read? The feel of your pages beneath my fingers, the scent of crisp paper, and the anticipation of all those lovely words. You transported and inspired me. We lay abed for hours... Sometimes you were my courtesan, sometimes my swain...
Perhaps it's just a phase, perhaps not.
I know it is a lot to ask, but I hope you'll wait for me.
You've been a loyal paramour all these years. For as long as I can remember. Forever and a day. And I still desire you, want you in my life, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to relegate you to concubine status.
Don't despair, my love. You'll get the most exciting part of me. I'll get to complain to you about how much Blogging expects of me, how drained and spent I feel. You'll be my light-o'-love. My paramour.
It may not be fair, but you DO know that I am the Chatelaine of this Castle, and you...after all, are my doxy. Well, maybe that does sound a little butchy, but I'm the one holding the whip!
You're obviously upset. You are!
Of course, you are entitled to these feelings. But, I'm just being honest with you.
O.K., if that's how you feel.
Fine, we'll give each other some space. A little breathing room. I just hope that you'll see in time that I'll always come back.
I have to go now. Blogging calls. But, just remember...I crawl into bed next to you every night. And it is you that I look at just before I turn out the light. It is you...