I have recently started this blog, and part of it, if you want to be serious about it, is checking out other blogs. Put a toe in the water as it were, and get the 411. Blogging comes under the heading of social media, something I loathe. I quit FB a few years ago and haven’t missed it. I do Instagram because it’s mostly pictures, although my first reels got over 1k. You would think I’d become obsessed with surpassing that and become addicted to Reelz but my reel was setting fire to a calendar of 2020. I don’t want to relive last year even if it means I forfeit my chance to become a social media influencer.

But as I wander through other peoples blogs I notice more often than not they’re difficult journeys, through disease or illness. People documenting tortuous and tormenting things in the hope of coming out the other side healed or released from something. I wish them well, but I know everybody has a story, and some are more interesting than others, but that’s probably more credit to the teller.

Write what you know they say. I have plenty of misery chick stories I could tell, but much like 2020 I don’t want to go that road again. So I decided ‘Women’s Fiction’. I am a woman who can lie like the best of ‘em. But amidst all the gloom and doom facing our planet and each other, I decided the the one thing I wanted to give other women was a happy ending. Granted, they may have to slog through a whole bunch of s**t to get there, they would ultimately triumph. Which I want for all us bloggers. May you come out bigger, stronger, wiser or whatever you desire when you come to the end of your journey.

This is Niko, a rescue dog. He got his happy ending. May you get yours.