it was just another morning
in the house of Miles
with cries of
“Pack your lunches!”
“Make your beds!”
as I frantically spell checked and sent
that fateful blog post
and hustled out to start the day
that’s the life of a blogger
posting by day, writing by night
write write write
tag tag tag
photo search…this one? no, that one. no, haha!! that’s hilarious
but no
slumped in bed with my mistress laptop
turning up Nightline to tune out hubby’s snores
the things we do for the love of words
So when i arrived at work, i thought
let’s check those cheeky stats
see if anyone heard my tree
falling in the forest
lo and behold
imagine my surprise
there, in front of my eyes
the page view stats said “159″
I backed away from the computer
in my wheeled office chair
how could this be? was i being punked?
I peeked out from my cubicle
there was only the quiet clicking of keyboards in reply
I rolled back to the stats and clicked refresh
now it was 178
and rising
something was amiss
could it be that my post had been chosen
to be on that venerable page
of which bloggers barely dare to dream?
was it…could it be…I’d been Freshly Pressed?
I looked and there it was
The Day the Webmaster Died
looking clean and sparkly
right there on Freshly Pressed
I died
I went blogger’s heaven
lovely Joy Joy Joy, you editorial czar you
took my lowly words and exposed them to the light of day
sprinkling your magic fairy dust on me
and thousands of readers came
to read a few words by little old sarcastic me
by saturday, my joy increased
I was still there! Another reprieve!
Sunday came and I was Pressed for yet another day
then panic set in
people are actually READING my words
did I say anything I regret?
did I look like an idiot?
(what else is new)
oh well, too late now
it can’t be undone
that bell’s been rung
by Monday morning, there were more readers still
and then
by ten
my Freshly Pressed adventure
came to an end
I still have the likes and subscribers and comments
to prove that it’s all true, every word
I was there, with the best of the best
I was blessed
I was Freshly Pressed
