Emotions going the distance …
Intuiting from the past …
Mindful of the present …
Hello. Hi. Hey there. Hiya! Bonjour. Allô. Salut. Ça va?
Hola! Qué tal? Ey! Olá. Ciao. Buongiorno.
Wherever you are in the world (on Earth anyway), welcome to my Blah-Blah-Blah-Blah Blog. And if you are from another world – and I sure as hell don’t mean the erstwhile long-running soap opera – would you please let me know if you’ve run into my clone? “Why?” you may ask. I’m at my wit’s end with friends who swear they’ve spotted me in places and with people I’ve never been. So I’d appreciate your otherworldly feedback, and while we’re on the same page, please don’t ever kidnap me and whisk me away to your planet – unless you guys have zero unemployment and zero racial, gender and religious intolerance, in which case beam me up immediately! Heck, I saw ET back in the day, but we have cell phones and Skype now. So phone home ahora.
“I want to believe” that I, like you all, have a life. Therefore, even if I never experience an encounter of The X-Files kind, the Blah-Blah-Blah-Blah Blog will never be a daily journal. Instead of zoning out elsewhere on the Internet, stop by my blog to recharge.
Feel free (until I begin charging you for it) to peruse or skew the results of whatever happens to be on this writer’s mind. You may find a travel memoir one day, a poetic sketch or music review the next month, an obit about a pop icon the next year. Replace the last word in the preceding sentence with minute, for, sadly, the stars are falling like fireflies.
Don’t be surprised if you find a sprinkling of stimulating social commentary. That’s my euphemism for a smattering rant, as in when I just feel like verbally flipping the bird because I ran out of coffee or because someone more powerful than I – whether it’s a new neighbor or a head of state – struck an exposed nerve like a Dentist-the-Menace on meth who forgets to administer anesthesia before a root canal. Or, due to malocclusion, I start grinding my teeth because somebody somewhere – in the dentist’s reception area, on the subway, in a novel, on television, on someone else’s blog, in between the sheets – rubbed me the wrong way.
If you wish to be rubbed the right way – now, now, this ain’t that kinda movie – please click on the About NEGROTICA link on my sister blog. The URL for NEGROTICA is: http://mujerotica.wordpress.com. If you forget to bookmark the NEGROTICA blog, but you’ve bookmarked the Blah-Blah-Blah-Blah Blog, you can always click on the NEGROTICA link on the navigational pane of this blog. Of course, if you’re also a WordPress blogger, subscribing to one or both of my blogs would bring my zaniness directly to you as often or as occasionally as you decide via your dashboard.
Once you reach the dark world of NEGROTICA , please fumble around for the About Chantale Reve link if you want to read my brief bio. If you don’t fall asleep afterward and you’re feeling charitable, why not e-mail it to all the fiction publishers whom you know and have bedded? Thanks.
If erotic short fiction or erotic poetry or any kind of poetry really isn’t your thing and you’d like to stay here at the Blah-Blah-Blah-Blah Blog a little while longer, there are a few rules to abide by:
- If you’re easily offended, don’t mouse away; squeak back.
- If you want to add to my b.s., keep your boots on and let me hear yours. Just kidding. I’d love to read your comments!
- If you’re looking to hook up, though, you’re a rat and you can just bite me.
- If, on the other paw, we’ve already hooked up to rub whiskers and you’ve now found (read: cyberstalked) me here on WordPress, you can still bite me … well, a nibble behind the ear will do.
Thank you, merci, gracias, obrigada, grazie, from the bottom of my art. – Chantale
Above: Master railroad artist Howard Fogg captures a Western train in motion.