To whomever finds this: HELP ME. My mind is being held captive by my ex-friend and author, Cathy Lamb, who on a recent phone call growled that if I didn't start "blogging" ASAP...wait...now that I think on this, the connection wasn't that great, so she might've said something threatening about "clogging". Either way, Cathy didn't say exactly what hideousness would befall me, oh, no, she's waaay too crafty for that. She's another writer, she knows whatever threat she could come up with wouldn't be half as scary as what's lurking in the dark side of my brain. Friends know stuff like that about you, don't they. Which is why I try to keep mine to a limit. And why I vet them out for approximately three years before I "share" anything more personal than a piece of pie with them. (Note to self: The friend thing...lengthen that to four, maybe five, years.) So please, if you have a shred of decency, buy her excellent new book, What I Remember Most, or send any change you can scrap together to the FREE LESLEY FROM EITHER BLOGGING OR CLOGGING FUND to her web site, which is here: http://cathylamb.org/ . It is my desperate hope that receipt of your small offerings will persuade her to rescind her nebulous, but decidedly wicked, threat before I find myself investing in a pair of wooden shoes, or in my panicked state, convince myself that you or anybody else would actually give a rat's ass about what's going on in my mind, other than my therapist. (A Word of Caution: Do not be fooled by the cuddly cuteness on Cathy's web site the way I was. Remember the wolf in lamb's clothing story?)
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