Answering questions

Writing a wildly popular blog such as this one I am frequently fielding questions about it. Just last July a onetime blog reader of mine peppered me with a question. "Do you still write your blog?" He asked. I'm afraid I snapped a little under the strain.

"Can't we just be regular people here for a bit?" I replied. "Does it always have to be about my blog all the time?" I know to a non blog writing lay person such as yourself that might sound alarmingly peevish, but please understand, that was already the second question concerning my blog that year. I could hardly breathe for all the inquisition. Hopefully I handled the first one, in the early Spring, better, when I was at least a bit more fresh. I believe that question was "Huh, I didn't know you wrote a blog. So do you still paint?" I don't remember what I answered, though I'm pretty sure it took an hour or two.

At work co-workers and library patrons often greet me with "How are you doing?" and I try to remain humble about people's interest in me, but I am well aware it is an honor. Am I letting them down if I just say "fine" like normal people do? I suppose I am, letting them down that is, so I usually pull out a recent blog post and read that to them, then I hand them an autograph. They always say "What's this?" Jokers. They all make the same joke because they aren't a semi-professional comedian like myself.

I don't want you to think I'm complaining. Really I'm not. It's all such an honor. Mostly I'm just trying to let you know that if you see me and ask "Is this where I get a library card?" or "Did you do anything interesting this weekend?" or "Do you have any copies of The Avengers in?" and my answer seems unrelated to my blog, it's not because I am unaware of your appreciation and love of this blog. I am. I really am. But the world must go on as well.