So Its Not About Sex.

The more I search the internet for interesting blogs to read, the more I am struck that they generally fall into one of two categories. Either they are awkward, tedious pieces that would make even a sanguine person want to commit suicide to escape the sheer mind numbing monotony of reading the many lives of humdrum out there in the world. Or they are about sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex. There, did that get your attention? Sex is what all the good blogs are about. It seems to me that the most wildly successful blogs out there are popular because they are about sex. They are fast paced volumes of the so called real life adventures of wild (or not so wild) sex being had by extraordinarily well paid escorts all over Manhattan. And as luck would have it, I don't live in Manhattan, thus making my possible success in the crowded arena of blog sports already stacked up against me.

I’ve agonised for months over writing a blog. What would I write about? How would I create reader interest? I've questioned whether I should even write a blog, seeing as I had to research what the term blog was. And then it struck me that for all intensive purposes I've been writing a blog for almost five years with 1000 entries under the vastly uninspiring historical title of a diary. No matter that it holds generally the same information and is a written record of my life, seriously, how do you compare the mystique of a blog to a boring old diary?

But over the last few months I have been thinking of reaching a much wider audience that I have right now. I want a larger share of the market and just the word “blog” speaks of my being hip, current and happening baby! I know that blogs are where anyone who wants to be noticed are going to hide out, much like the beautiful people who hang out at the newest, thus being the latest bar or nightclub. I know that online blogs are where the book publishers are scouring for their next big blockbuster that will stay on top of the booklists for weeks, if not months. And I can admit that I very much want a six-figure deal (but would settle for a four-figure offer) from a publishing company for the books I’m writing, just like the deals some fantastically popular people get for writing their simple, day to day life stories. Because I can write about things that are every bit as interesting as morning sickness or being dooced from a job. I can write about the breakdown of a marriage and wax lyrical about dreams of the future. I can pretend to have it all together, just like other people do in their blogs.

But fame and fortune will only come if I write a blog that editors can find surreptitiously via Google and links from other diaries…er, I mean blogs. So after much consideration, I believe that I can write one of these fandangled contraptions called a blog.


I can see your not convinced…. FINE! I surrender and I’ll give you what you want .…. I’ll give you sex in my blog.

My sex – female.
The sex of my child – female.
The sex of my partner – male.
Type of sex – vanilla.

That’s it… that wraps up the sex in my life.


Phew…. Its warm in here. Think I might go and get a drink and dream of the day I get an e-mail from a publisher offering me a book deal on the subject of sex.