Willy (Wonka) Envy
I had to admit it to My Man.
Like Charlie standing outside the sweet shop without money to buy a Wonka Bar, I was envious.
My Man had gotten The Golden Ticket of blogging. He had been Freshly Pressed.
My Man was excited, and rightly so. This was something he had been striving for since beginning blogging.
I admire him, because unlike me, he actually has blogging goals. I just kind of post an eclectic mess, in an extremely random fashion, thinking that maybe one day I’ll hit some sort of blogging payola.
My Man on the other hand, strives for a certain number of subscribers and views, and usually posts a certain number of days a week. He’s dedicated to his craft.
I’m just hanging around like Veruca, screaming every once in awhile like a spoiled brat, and licking the damn wallpaper.
And not only did I have to admit to My Man that the little green monster of envy had bitten my fat bottom when he was FP’d, I also had to admit to being visited by that damn thing called jealousy.
You know why? My Man has groupies.
I mean with a blog like his it’s to be expected. Every naughty little Catholic school girl for miles flocks to worship at his altar, led there by the search term, “What would Jesus Christ do?”. Wait. Maybe it was the search term, “What would Johnny Cash do?”. I always get that mixed up.
But Man In Black groupies, or “Sisters” with bad habits, either way, they adore him. They want to prostrate themselves and profess their undying devotion to his particular brand of religion. They’re willing to flagellate themselves in order to wash his feet, and kiss his ring, and open their mouths for him to place his “communion wafers” so delicately on their salivating tongues.
Bless him, I think, as I make the sign of the cross while kicking bitches out of the way to get to him, My Man is understanding of my envy of his Freshly Pressed status. As writers we all want to be acknowledged in that Golden Ticket way, and he doesn’t think I’m a slimy Slugworth to admit my envy of that status.
The jealousy he gets, but tells me it is quite unnecessary, as I am the only fat bottom girl who will lick his lolly.
And I’ve learned, that regardless of the female masses who adore him, at the end of the day, and the beginning, and in the middle, he’s My Man. He’s my Everlasting Gobstopper. He’s the one who every day, makes me feel like I’ve stolen a sip of a Fizzy Lifting Drink and that I can achieve new heights just because he’s there holding my hand.
***This is written all in good fun, as My Man is quite aware I am extremely proud of him, and adore his wicked sense of humor, his sexy brain, and also the python in his pants. He’s very talented, and I only hope I will have the pleasure of riding his coattails, and maybe a part of his anatomy, into a life filled with fame and fortune! And he is always there, supporting my writing, and as my muse. Some day, hopefully we will collaborate on a writing project, because we’re a dynamic duo and will kick some literary ass!
Congratulations to Your Man for choosing the right lucky charm. He didn’t get FP’d until after you were with him, right? Sure, I’d like to see a collaboration between the two of you, as long as it’s still classic FBG.
He’s extremely talented and should’ve been FP’d long before he was, so I don’t know if I had anything to do with it. lol I’m very proud of him!!
As far as a collaboration goes, our humor styles play very well off each other, so I think you’d probably enjoy anything we might write together.
:D. Collaborate away!
Very cool. I also don’t worry about my status. I only have one guiding principle, WWJKD (What Would Jim Kirk Do), which doesn’t apply to my blog. However, I also find my self at least a tiny bit envious. Congrats to Your Man, and to you, for having found your muse. I have to look into the mirror.
Thanks!! And don’t fret, your muse is out there. They always arrive when you least expect it. 🙂
Actually, most of my fiction writing comes from dreaming, plus some high concept stuff. As well, I tell a lot of stories from experience, but only as anecdotes.
I consider never have ben or will be Fresh Pressed to be a badge of honor or horror. I can not and will not be influenced by cheap praise. 🙂
I cheaply praise you all the time! lol
I might suggest that not being Freshly Pressed may have sometime to do with spelling. And grammar.
As far as cheap praise goes, if the acclaim of your peers is cheap then call me Scrooge McDuck. If you are going to go all high brow and say you do it for the art I call bullshit.
If you wanted to write and not hear someone’s response then buy yourself a leather bound journal with a buckle on it to go inside that purse of yours beside the half finished manuscript your mom says is really fabulous but secretly knows you will never finish.
I gave up on the FP aka the golden ticket a long time ago, especially when after someone got FP after writing about toilet paper…of all things, really?
Sooooo who’s your man? Do i have to scroll through the recent award winners and guess?don’t worry i won’t become one of his groupies…unless he resembles Rollo from The Vikings or resembles some hot Highlander. Haha
Writing about toilet paper? Maybe they were actually Freshly Pooped.
Toilet paper is a necessary staple! lol
Congrats to Your Man! You should be FP’d for how cleverly you weaved Willy (Wonka) into this whole thing.
Willy Wonka rocks! Glad you liked it. It’s one of my favorite movies!
open their mouths for him to place his “communion wafers” so delicately on their salivating tongues
Oh shit, I have consumed way too much porn as this just sounds so carnally wrong.
Well, it wasn’t meant to be appropriate! lol
Yeah, I got that– as Cimmorene read this back to me. I noticed more of the uh, naughty tone.
Congrats to your Man! I just love Willy Wonka. You brought it all back for me. It’s great you guys support each other. I look forward to the collaboration!
I think I might have to watch it this weekend!!
Did you ever make that ice cream??