I thought I was so savvy, so “with it.”
In 2008, I started a blog about nothing. It finances my caffeine habit and connects me with all seven continents. I thought I was a successful blogger.
But I never got the point of Facebook, so I quit that. Pinterest looked intriguing.
I joined and began “pinning” everything in sight. Food mostly. I noticed my only followers were “literary” types. People like the chairman of the board of the New England Conservatory of Novelists and descendants of Ernest Hemmingway. They sent ugly notes.
Braddock dropped by this morning to see if I was still alive. I showed him how I wasn’t getting anything remotely interesting on Pinterest. I had pinned all my treasured recipes under “Book Reviews”