Because I love Deb Lewis¡¯s facility with twisting English into balloon dogs if she feels like it, I asked her to write something with parts I provided. So it¡¯s not ¡°Deb Lewis writing¡± in the best sense, but when I put it on the page where it will live, I will link to my Deb Lewis collection for sure. :-)
Some of you will probably see right away which page of mine this is destined for. Maybe (I¡¯m thinking) I will build links into the code of that page and then hotlink the heck out of this:
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Dear Sandra,
I struggled with your request for this intro. It's been a real battle. Left to my own devices, I wouldn't have catered to your every whim. I'm not some version of a short order cook, after all. I shouldn't have to be at your beck and call. I'm not your slave. I don't owe you anything. The world doesn't revolve around you. It's like you want everything handed to you on a silver platter. As if you have to be waited on hand and foot. Well, I suppose there¡¯s no sense in throwing a fit. I'll finish what I started.
And about your readers, they're glued to their screens, taking the easy way out. They've turned into zombies. You could talk until you're blue in the face, but you'll never be able to do enough. If you give them an inch, they'll take a mile. They are manipulative, and you need to teach them you are not their puppet. You might have to resort to bribery to get them to stop fussing and fighting. They've seriously got the gimmes. You could literally stuff good information down their throats, and they'd still be bouncing off the walls, all hyped up. You could leave them to fend for themselves but then they'd be at each other's throats. They really feel if mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.
This will spoil your appetite for helping others, but it serves you right. I'm at my wit's end. Whatever. You do you. Just remember, all things in moderation.
Namaste
Deb
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So fun!!
Sandra
Sandra Dodd