Last Friday, I stopped by Jose’s house to give him a hand with his computer. Turned out that it was the wifi acting up. While I was fiddling with his network settings Jose said, “I miss your posts about the Cosmos. When are you going to get back to writing about what’s happening now?”
I raised an eyebrow and said, “What? You don’t like my series of correspondence with the famed Norwegian writer, Karl Ove Knausgaard?”
“It’s a bit out of date though, isn’t it? I mean the Brazil World Cup is over. Finito. Kaput!”
“True,” I said. “But what about the insightful commentary about life, the universe, and everything?”
“A lot of it is a little difficult to follow. I mean it’s only your letters,” said Jose.
I shrugged. “I was hoping that my hypothetical reader would be able to get the gist of the conversation from what I wrote.”
“I’m just saying…” said Jose.
I looked at him, waiting.
“What?” said Jose.
“You’re just saying what?” I prompted.
“I like the stuff about the Cosmos, that’s all.”
“I think you like reading about yourself, Jose.”
Later, I walked home thinking about what Jose had said. He’s right, I though. I really should get back to my bread and butter. All kinds of things are happening in Long Neck that will never be written about if I keep posting old letter written during that last World Cup.
One of the reasons I haven’t written (and this is just an excuse) is that we were, until yesterday, having our bathroom renovated. The workmen would arrive at our house promptly each morning at 8 a.m. Which is prime writing time for me. And since I’m such a sensitive soul, like the famed Norwegian author, Karl Ove Knausgaard, I can’t write when there are workmen hammering and sawing in my bathroom.
When I got home I said to Alice, “Jose thinks I should write about the Cosmos again.”
Alice was cleaning up the kitchen. It was pizza night and we needed to clear off the big counter so that we could roll out the dough. “On you blog, you mean?” said Alice.
“Yes,” I said. “But it’s more of a blovel, don’t you think?”
“You know best, dear,” said Alice.
“I was just giving the main story line a rest while I posted these Home & Away World Cup letters to Karl Ove,” I said.
“There’s a story line?” asked Alice.
“I didn’t want to presume too much of my readers,” I said. “I know they are very busy.”
“You have readers?” asked Alice.
“Yes,” I said. “I do have readers. Readers in the plural even. Jose and my mother. Hi mom!”