#385 — DEAD OR ALIVE
The Schmedium.Boost
aka, the dangly carrot, the ‘you gots ta write for an ostentatious pub and use gramma lee or you’ll never be a winner, winner, chicken dinner’
I’ve been a bit lazy. It’s been a long winter/spring back to winter/March miracle in the high dessert. More snow this weekend.
When Coach Tony first introduced the coveted Boost, I admit I was meh, isn’t that the old people’s nutritional drink Costco hides behind the kayaks and campy gear?
Weeks passed, months, decades, udder fine writers were busted. A few were boosted. Grandma Smillew, Schmedium’s cinturón rosa en las redes sociales and keeper of records, announced the wieners of the Australian Writer’s Centre, boosted stories, and joined me, along with Queen Raine Lore’s guillotine operator, Robert Gowty in establishing a hotline for the world’s poor B$arios.
One fine wine winter vintner day, about to close my Schmedium.page, I spied a familiar place in a story photo. Wilson…