Where's the Beef?

It’s either feast or famine. My life on a diet. Anyway, nothing to do with food, just the phrase made me think of it. What I was making a reference to was having not posted anything for awhile and then, boom, two in one day. Well, I feel the need to talk.

Basically, I had, at first, intended this blog to be a behind the scenes look at what it’s like to be psychic. More than likely, any one of my Dear Readers who have been following these chronicles have discovered I’m not really any different than anyone else. And, that was actually the intention. I’m not any different, nor is any other psychic out there. However, I do need to point out I have a great deal less privacy than you do. Hah! Did you even think I was going to say something like I’ve got the inside scoop on upcoming lottery numbers? No. So, I guess there is one difference. It isn’t a glaring thing that makes itself obvious on a 24/7 basis. It’s just that I know the peanut gallery doesn’t hold back (they’re laughing right now…and throwing things…hah.) It’s a good thing I don’t drink anymore.

But, what led up to this is that I was “out there” this evening looking for reciprocal links. Sometimes it just takes awhile. And, you all know how it is when you get surfing. One thing leads to another and you’ve been on the web for half an hour or longer. My problem, though, was that I really don’t want to recommend other websites just because. There’s got to be a good reason why I’m going to be putting somebody’s link on my pages. And, I guess tonight wasn’t a good night to be looking because I just wasn’t coming up with anything that would give me that old chill down your spine right feeling thrill about a site. What I was also trying to center in on was to allow my psychic feelings about a site to steer me toward it. So, here I am moving on down a pretty good list of psychic readers and I’m not getting that old familiar feeling. I thought, “what’s wrong?” So, out of sheer cussidness I decided to click on one. Mystic something or other. And, I got a bunch of porno sites listed. I thought, “do I tell the webmaster about this?” And, I decided not to. It was one of those quick decisions, once again using the psychic sort of gut feeling. The polite thing would have been to say something. I’m still torn about it. Except, I’m also pretty sure that I wouldn’t be able to find it anymore because I was surfing.

If you want to get snitty about it, it is the webmaster’s responsibility for links on his or her site. Maybe they knew about it. Maybe it was a large cosmic joke. If it was my site I sure wouldn’t want that thing happening. Would I appreciate somebody pointing it out to me? Depends on how they did it, I suppose. I mean, I’m not 100% of the time certain about my own links, though I did determine that I’d go through and click them every few months or so. Anyway, honestly, I suppose tonight just isn’t the night to be surfing for links for Talking To Spirit.

Okay, so back to the premise that I’m no different from anybody else. I still bleed. I still cry. I’m going through menopause…and stocked up on kava kava tonight at the Food Mill. I can’t really get to the point here tonight. Writers don’t give up though. They will push on until their fingers are bleeding. Or something is. Until something of note gets written. It’s like out of 10,000 words only 50 of them were really good. Well, that’s life with icebergs and writing. Except, with the blog, here…it’s all stuck. It’s like you’re seeing the writer as she writhes, as she bleeds, as she tries her hardest to convey a point. What’s the point? Remember Clara, the old lady in the Wendy’s commercials? “Where’s the beef?” That’s what I feel like tonight. This psychic has had enough and is going to bed.